With just a single move, Mo Lin slaughtered three men.
After enduring the baptism of the Black Tide, Mo Lin's overall strength had reached an unprecedented level.
Not a single wasted motion.
"Hey..." A clear voice rang out, and following the sound, Mo Lin saw a young woman speaking.
The woman was dressed in a pitch-black outfit.
Before Mo Lin could speak, the woman wielded a long sword, slashing towards Mo Lin's neck.
Mo Lin lightly raised his hand, gripping the incoming blade with his right hand.
Pitched black Ghost Qi enveloped Mo Lin's hand as he caught the blade barehanded and then swung it fiercely.
Jin Qin's body flew back dozens of meters, crashing hard onto the ground.
In the next moment, the pitch-black Nether Qi surfaced behind Mo Lin, gathering into a giant hand clutching Jin Qin's neck.
It lifted Jin Qin up like a dead dog.
Jin Qin's eyes were filled with fear.
How could such a small place have someone so powerful?
Is this Nether Qi?
