If this stalemate were to continue, then he would be at a loss, this Battle Dragon Great Formation could only last as long as the time needed to burn two incense sticks, and he had already exhausted half it’s time. In the end, Xie DongLai was calculating in his heart exactly what course of action he should follow.
He had originally intended for the Jie Dan cultivators’ sword formation to trap the other party a little. Even if for a little while, he could exterminate the other party immediately, by killing him in one fell swoop in that critical moment. However those Elders were afraid, so as a last resort, he went out himself. Unfortunately, no one thought that the enemy would be able to see through the actual situation.
At this time, his situation was like riding a tiger as he stared at Wang Lin in silence.
Wang Lin’s eyes swept over the other party, pulling back Li MuWan a hundred feet again, his eyes revealed heavy ridicule. Xie DongLai sighed inwardly, retreating back and dropping onto the dragon head, he took a deep breath, and said in a flat tone: “Nevermind, this Old man admits defeat.” While saying that, he tapped with his feet on a point on the Dragon head, and the bursts of spiritual force started revolving back into the Dragon head.
The glow in the Dragon eyes started getting brighter, as the thick spiritual force spread rapidly downwards from Dragon head, Xie DongLai’s body trembled with the passage of spiritual force, and his face showed an expression of pain.
Slowly, his face began to show more and more pain, his swollen body slowly started shrinking and finally breathing heavily, he knelt down on the Dragon head, he seemed to have aged decades all of a sudden, as he looked up and said weakly: “Now that this Old man has conceded, from now on, would like to hear your orders, this is the Dou Xie Sect Master’s Writ.” Then he took out a block from his hand, shaped like a big triangular token of purple-red colour, extracting it through spiritual force with difficulty, the writ immediately started floating forward.
Wang Lin’s eyes flashed, glancing at Xie DongLai and glancing at the token, immediately narrowed his pupils and without hesitation pulled back several tens of feet along with Li MuWan.
The instant that Wang Lin retreated, in front of him appeared an afterimage of Xie DongLai, the afterimage had turned into sword light and instantaneously stabbed at Wang Lin at a breakneck speed.
Wang Lin’s speed was already fast, but still not as fast as the flying sword, after receding more than three hundred feet, the flying sword flashed out stabbing him in the chest, the speed of the flying sword was too fast, and even the flying sword glittering with crystal light with teleport would not be much better than it.
In a split second the flying sword had stabbed him in the chest. At this moment, the flying sword suddenly shook, the Dragon leather armor was able to defend against it, Wang Lin with two fingers like a plier clamped onto the blade of the flying sword.
Wang Lin looked gloomy, the other person’s flying sword had caught him off guard, thankfully had been able to put in a distance of a few hundred feet, which made it close call, if there was even a hint of delay the consequences would have been disastrous.