Lin Fan intercepted the crazed old man's final strike with his own body.
If it truly landed, then the Wind Demon would undoubtedly die, not even leaving a single hair behind.
This was the last thing Lin Fan wanted to see.
Also the thing he was most strongly unwilling to accept.
To the Wind Demon, he thought someone had come to save him, but when he saw that familiar face, he almost coughed up old blood and fainted on the spot.
It was only his strong demeanor as a formidable expert that kept him upright.
Buzz!
The crazed old man withdrew his hand in time. The Blood Pool hovered in the air, some distance away from Lin Fan, yet the overwhelming force still swept over him. Fortunately, Lin Fan's physique was strong enough to resist.
"Dad, that was dangerous!" the crazed old man exclaimed in alarm.
It was a good thing he held back his strike.
Otherwise, the consequences of that attack would have been unimaginable.
