C579 The Most Despicable Devil

The disciples of the Lowflayers retreated in fear. Zhao Lin ignored the elder's scolding, but the elder only dared to flash a murderous look in his eyes, not daring to make a move.

At this moment, Zhao Lin's body was covered in blood, but even so, he was like a peerless god of death.

A cold light flashed across his eyes as Zhao Lin left behind a row of afterimages