"Heaven has truly given me a chance to kill you with my own hands, you brat!"
The Undying Old Demon grinned, murderous intent overflowing from his eyes. He had been dreaming day and night of taking Ling Chen's life, and now the opportunity was right before him. This was truly a blessing from heaven.
Given his current strength, killing Ling Chen would be as easy as flipping his hand.
Without wasting words, the Undying Old Demon made a grabbing motion with his palm. A giant, blood-red claw, approximately forty to fifty zhang in size, descended from the sky and abruptly fell upon Ling Chen.
At the same moment the blood claw fell, Ling Yin formed seals with her palms, unusual patterns flashing in her pupils. All of a sudden, a black hole of runes condensed above the three of them. The blood claw was sucked into the black hole of runes and disappeared instantly.
