The black-clothed martial artist sprinted swiftly, transforming into a streak of residual light in the air.
Whoosh-whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, he was before Lin Xuan, the dagger in his hand brandishing rapidly.
However, before he could strike, the tenfold gravity engulfed him, and unable to reach him, the black-clothed figure was suddenly pressed to the ground.
"Hmph!" Lin Xuan quickly followed up with a kick, crushing the man's head into the mud, blood gushing profusely upwards.
"What?" The black-clothed men in the distance were all stunned, their faces filled with shock. They didn't know what had happened, only seeing their companion rush forward rapidly, then lay prostrate on the ground as if waiting to be tormented.
"Damn, this is really weird!" cursed a black-clothed martial artist, "Could this kid be using evil techniques?"
For a moment, the four black-clothed martial artists didn't dare to act rashly.