After the wind passed, the black robe covered the person once more. He stared at Wang Lin as his lip moved slightly and a ray of light shot out from between his eyebrows.
The moment this black light appeared, it turned into a black short sword that whistled toward Wang Lin.
The black-robed man's lips didn't stop and continued to mutter. Rays of black light shot out from between his eyebrows and turned into short swords. In an instant, more than 10 sword shorts were flying toward Wang Lin.
Wang Lin didn't move. The black-robed person's cultivation level was very high; he definitely wasn't someone at the Illusory Yin or Corporeal Yang stages.
However, since his entire body was bones besides his head, that meant that no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't use his full power.
Wang Lin's expression was calm. The cultivation this black-robed man could use couldn't be higher than early stage Nirvana Scryer!