After getting rid of this problem, Lin Sen heaved a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, my vitality is strong enough. Otherwise, I would really die here tonight," Lin Sen said with lingering fears.
At this moment, his forehead was covered in sweat.
If not for the Seven Star Sword, he would have died long ago. How could he have escaped danger?
"The Moon Clan, huh?" Lin Sen's gaze was solemn.
"No, I have to think of a way to increase my strength. I can't delay any longer!"
He thought to himself.
"This time, I must break through to the Sanctuary-grade!"
Lin Sen clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with dense combat intent and obsession!
Moon Clan!
You sons of bi*ches!
Lin Sen cursed inwardly. He could not help but reveal a ferocious expression. His eyes were filled with killing intent.
Without a doubt, the Moon Clan was the race of a certain god. There was no doubt about this!