Seeing the black fog so fierce, Liu Yiyuan was also reassured.
Then he turned his head towards Lin Jing.
"Please take action, senior, to help rid me of him."
The black fog did not even look at Lin Jing but rather stared at Liu Yiyuan with hollow eyes:
"Do you understand my rules?"
"Understood!"
Liu Yiyuan nodded, and then said:
"After this is over, I will offer a hundred cultivators to you, senior, for your enjoyment."
After hearing this, the black fog burst into laughter:
"Hahaha, good..."
Next...
The black fog first dispersed, and when it reconvened, its face was turned towards Lin Jing.
"A mere Foundation Establishment ant, I don't even deign to lift a hand..."
However...
No sooner had the black fog's words fallen.
Lin Jing only felt a powerful Divine Sense attack him in an instant, rushing towards his mind.
Lin Jing's head immediately throbbed with pain, as if countless steel needles were piercing his brain.
He endured the intense pain and looked at the gourd.