The moment the voice echoed, the aura of a Nirvana Scryer cultivator immediately spread out and formed a storm. This storm swept by the plant and forcibly shook the golden runes off.
An illusory shadow appeared over the broken plant. This was someone wearing a black robe and completely covered in a dark fog.
Wang Lin's expression was still calm as he looked at the black-robed figure and coldly said, "A mere Nirvana Scryer origin soul. I want to see how you're going to make me pay with my life!"
Wang Lin's right hand formed a seal, and with a point of his finger, the Wither Dao Pair on this right hand flew out. When the beast bone appeared, a ghostly light flashed within its eyes. A powerful evil aura spread out and grey light appeared on the plant.
The black-robed man raised his head and looked at Wang Lin without even looking at the plant and flew away. The plant below him immediately collapsed and scattered.