At this moment, the snow in the area began to move even further away, as it didn’t dare to close in. At the same time, Wang Lin gently moved forward. He quickly arrived before the black clothed person with the umbrella. His right hand already held the man’s throat and, using a bit of strength, the man’s neck broke and he died.
Wang Lin gently sighed. “I have killed countless Nascent Soul cultivators. You are not the first.” His right hand suddenly entered the man’s abdomen and pulled out a terrified Nascent Soul. The Nascent Soul was about to escape, but it suddenly began to scream.
It screamed because Wang Lin swallowed it whole.
At this moment, the remaining two lost all will to fight as they took out their best escaping treasures and ran like stray dogs.
But it was too late to escape.
A cold sword doesn’t easily exit its sheath. When it does, it will kill and continue to kill. Every ten steps, it will kill someone.