“Ahhh!” Lin Jianchen screeched in pain as Flint Infernal Impulse and Imperial Sword Prison flowed into his body and entered his organs. His screeches turned more shrill as his body began to flash red and gold.

“You.…” He looked through the mirage and saw a white-haired youth drawing a black sword.

“You what you? Can you understand it?” Tianming played with his swords as he looked at Lin Jianchen with schadenfreude. Then he turned his attention away to watch the rest of the patrol crumble before his lifebound beast’s frenzied attacks. All of them had ended up with worse injuries than Lin Jianchen.

The Infinitum Duel had ended very fast; the entire patrol was moaning on the ground. Victory had already been decided, so Tianming summoned back his lifebound beasts.

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