"No! What kind of martial art is this? This flame dragon actually has spirituality. Zhong Lin, how did you do it?"
An extremely sharp curse burst from Han Jin's mouth, then he fled without hesitation.
The speed was extremely fast, like an arrow piercing through clouds, a shooting star transitioning, and in the blink of an eye, he was already a hundred meters away.
"Trying to run?"
Zhong Lin took a step that seemed like teleportation, crossing hundreds of meters in an instant, directly appearing in front of Han Jin. Then, in his terrified gaze, he grabbed Han Jin by the neck.
At the same time, Han Jin's clothes began to ignite, his face twisted in an instant, as if undergoing an extremely terrifying torture, continuously wailing in pain.
"Spiritual Origin Realm, it's the Spiritual Origin Realm, isn't it?"
Despite suffering immense pain, Han Jin still stared straight at Zhong Lin.
"You're very smart."
Zhong Lin did not kill Han Jin immediately but tossed him aside.
