“You!!” Yan Lu’s pupils shrank. Wang Lin’s appearance was simply too terrifying. His dried-up body looked like there was no blood left in him. Even if you were to open a wound on his body with a sword, no blood would come out.

His hair was dried to the point that it looked like it was going to fall off. Wang Lin’s withered body had no trace of water left inside. If not for his powerful origin soul, he would seem no different than a dead person.

That white robe around him was very loose, as if it was wrapped around a corpse. The terrifying feeling coming from Wang Lin’s body made Yan Lu retreat several steps.

There was also Fan Shanmeng, who was fighting with the Yi Si Puppet. When she got a good look at Wang Lin, she also retreated and gasped. Her eyes were filled with fear.

“What is he cultivating.... To end up like this!?”

When Wang Lin’s hoarse voice echoed, the Yi Si Puppet turned back into fog and flew back to him. Its ferocious eyes and scarlet tongue...