An Lin could tell that one of the voices calling him belonged to Xu Xiaolan.
His murky mind instantly regained a hint of clarity.
At this moment, the golden saber was already falling down upon him!
It was too fast for him to evade!
An Lin wanted to move, but he felt as if his entire body were filled with lead and his efforts were only met with an indescribable sense of agony.
Right at this moment, the Evil-Slaying Sword in his hand suddenly tremored violently as an inky-black divine light erupted forth.
"Hmm?" The Heavenly Wind God's expression shifted.
A round and chubby little girl replaced An Lin and held onto the Evil-Slaying Sword in his stead.
Was that a sword spirit? Even so, it was too late. An Lin's death was sealed!
The Heavenly Wind God's golden saber continued to fall.
Bam!
The Heavenly Wind God's head suddenly exploded!