"Taoist Friend Shen, this person has mighty divine skills, run quickly,"
After saying this, Ye Lin transformed into a streak of green escape light and flew away along the path he had come.
Such a late-stage Nascent Soul ghost cultivator was too ferocious, and Ye Lin, devoid of any will to fight, only wanted to escape as quickly as possible.
A deafening thunderclap resounded from the high skies; a thick silver thunderbolt tore through the heavens, aiming for Ye Lin.
Ye Lin reacted swiftly, with the green jade pendant on his chest shining brightly and a thick green light screen suddenly appeared, protecting his entire body.
The silver thunderbolt struck the void behind Ye Lin, unleashing a ghostly wail of agony.
Ye Lin quickly produced a red light-flashing fan and waved it gently, casting out a vast expanse of red flames that merged into the thunderbolt, and a tremendous explosion followed.