When Lin Xun’s consciousness struck like a sharp blade and enveloped a shadow of death, he felt like he had returned to the Hundred Battles Secret Realm.

His opponent was the Snake Spirit Clan cultivator.

He was a snake-headed cultivator with a blood-colored blade in his four arms. He suddenly brought his blade up in a slash…

Star-Gather! 

The familiar scene made Lin Xun recall the shock, unwillingness, despair and helplessness when the blade previously killed him. 

It was a shadow of death, a residual demonic thought in his mind!

Die!

The Snake Spirit Clan cultivator was charging toward him.

A blade appeared in Lin Xun’s grip and his eyes flashed killing intent like lightning. He also charged forward and attacked with Star-Gather. 

Boom! 

The two clashed, sending a shower of light shooting everywhere. 

Lin Xun’s figure was annihilated, but that didn’t equal death. All those scenes were transformed from a shadow of death and Lin Xun’s annihilation only represented the collapse of the wisp of consciousness in his mind.

In short, this was a battle between a shadow of death and Lin Xun’s...