"Demon, where do you think you're going!"
An Lin suddenly burst forward at an astounding speed and punched toward the Evil Spirit General which had just swatted the golden sword projection aside.
Who knew that this evil spirit was extremely nimble. Twisting about like a mudfish, it dodged his fist.
The evil spirit's body was pitch-black and mucous. In the darkness of the night, it looked like a black sheet which fluttered in the wind.
Once An Lin neared it, he began to feel an extremely intense negative emotion.
This mental state being projected outwards was the intertwining of chaos, terror, agony, and despair.
A shrill wail resounded through the air. It was not only ear-piercing, but also seemed to resonate with the brain and elicit all kinds of negative emotions.
The evil spirit's body suddenly writhed intensely. Immediately afterward, ten pitch-black claws extended from its body and started lashing toward An Lin.