"Ahhh~~~~"
Lin An feigned a scream of agony, its sound piercing and shrill, filled with terrible despair.
And quietly, he pushed the Oil Painting Vortex Vision Sorcery to its limit, firmly pinning Chen Xinmi in place.
This witchcraft couldn't harm her directly, but it was enough to strip her of all sense of direction. Chen Xinmi tried to fly into the sky, only to smash hard into the ground as if she had been struck by a forceful hammer blow.
Now she dared not change positions. While conjuring a flame vortex to protect her body, she also cast flaming spells to attack Lin An.
If this trick was effective, she wanted to see how long Lin An could hold out.
The advantage is mine!
It's all just a matter of time.
She elegantly waved her wrist, increasing the intensity of her attack on Lin An. Suddenly, the sky filled with dark clouds, and the rain poured down, accompanied by howling winds.