"Hmm?" Qinghe Lin showed a hint of a strange expression, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Tyrin, still hasn't defeated him?
Not even gained the upper hand to make him submit?
Ridiculous.
"These past few years, cultivating in the Temple of Gods, I can feel the might of your Lin emperor even more. The next spear is an ultimate attack I comprehended in the Temple of Gods." Tyrin spoke holding the Space-Time Spear, and as his words fell, the Star River flowed, and the endless energy light in the universe gathered and poured into the spear.
Tyrin stepped forward step by step, even though there was domain pressure, it seemed to have no effect on him.
Qinghe Lin frowned, and the next moment, Tyrin's body disappeared from his original place. In Qinghe Lin's perception, Tyrin was coming at him with the Space-Time Spear, and a beam of space-time light pierced through the Star River.
