Wang Lin’s expression remained the same, but Ouyang Hua revealed look of terror and bitterness that he had never shown before.
“I’m going to witness a battle between two foreigners…”
Just at this moment, a ray of sword energy flashed by, causing the formation to tremble and a large amount of cracks to appear on it.
Wang Lin sneered and slapped his bag of holding. With one shake, the restriction flag turned into strands of restriction gas that rushed into the formation and zoomed along the cracks.
The cracks in the formation recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and with the addition of the restriction flag, the power of the formation increased several fold.
After doing all of this, Wang Lin took one step and then completely disappeared. When he reappeared, he was outside the valley.
The black-robed man coldly looked at Wang Lin from 100 feet away.
There were strands of purple gas moving around each of them like ghosts.