With this adjustment, Wang Lin's origin energy was far from gentle. It became as dense as a mountain and struck the middle-aged man with force.
However, just as it was about to connect, the middle-aged man suddenly looked up. His expression turned ferocious, and a destructive aura flashed across his body.
Wang Lin's expression remained cold. After deploying his origin energy, he reached out with his right hand, causing a rift to open in his storage space. He then swung his iron sword.
The sword light whistled through the air, and the middle-aged man, who was on the brink of self-destructing, instantly trembled. A bloody wound appeared on his neck, from which blood sprayed. Not only did his body succumb, but his frail origin soul perished as well.
His eyes wide open, he stared at Wang Lin as his head detached and rolled several feet away. His dimming eyes still bore a look of ferocity.