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The mysterious man replied calmly:

"I know you have another warehouse, take me there."

Guo Fan's lips twitched.

They already knew the situation in Yunzhou perfectly well!

He forced himself to nod:

"Alright! Senior, please follow me!"

He turned around, forcing a still-awful smile onto his face.

The mysterious man followed behind.

His pace was neither too fast nor too slow.

They showed no awareness of being robbers, acting as if they were strolling in their own garden.

Guo Fan sighed inwardly:

Sigh, losing money is the best way to avoid disaster!

Another ten minutes or so passed, and another warehouse was emptied.

Guo Fan stood at the warehouse entrance, waiting for the mysterious man to leave.

"Senior, this time it's really over. All our spiritual liquid reserves are in these two warehouses. How about we come over for some tea and a rest? Or perhaps have dinner?"

He forced himself to speak.

The mysterious man glanced at Guo Fan and spoke calmly:

"You're good."

Then, in the next second, he vanished from the spot.

Guo Fan stood close by and didn't even sense a fluctuation of energy.

"senior?"

"Are you still there?"

"senior?"

After calling out a few times and confirming that the senior had left, he finally squatted down on the ground.

His back was already drenched in sweat.

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In the mountainous area next to the Jiangyun Expressway.

Dusk had fallen, and the woods were even darker.

Standing opposite Lin Xuan was a man covered in blood.

His silhouette was blurred in the darkness, only his eyes were very bright.

Lin Xuan was about to try and extract some information from her.

But the other party didn't give him a chance at all and charged straight at him.

It moves as fast as lightning.

Lin Xuan wanted to dodge, but the next second, he felt a jolt in his mind, as if someone had thrown a bomb into his head.

A powerful surge of madness welled up from the depths of his heart.

All original ideas were abandoned.

At this moment, all that remained in his mind was primal madness.

fighting!!

If anyone were here, they would notice that Lin Xuan's eyes had turned bloodshot.

Like a maddened beast.

Pupils constricted, and the whites of the eyes were bloodshot.

Bang!

The two exchanged a punch.

The force of the punch exploded, causing the leaves of the surrounding trees to fall continuously.

Lin Xuan was sent flying backwards.

But that wasn't the end of it; the man followed closely behind.

They gave Lin Xuan no chance whatsoever.

He caught up and threw another punch.

Lin Xuan had no time to dodge or adjust his body, so he had no choice but to take the hit head-on.

Their fists continued to collide.

Lin Xuan slammed his entire body into a giant tree, snapping the tree, which was several people could hug, in half.

Bang!

A loud bang.

The giant tree lay horizontally on the ground.

But the battle continued.

The man's fists never stopped, like iron hammers, each strike carrying immense force.

Lin Xuan was exhausted and didn't even have a chance to catch his breath.

Every time there's even the slightest chance to dodge or catch my breath, those crazy thoughts resurface.

Then, the attacks continued wave after wave, without end.

Lin Xuan was in a terrible predicament; he didn't even have the right to fight back.

And what's most terrifying is...

His own mind-controlling techniques and similar spells had no effect on the other party.

The spell had clearly been cast.

But the other party's mind was as hard as iron.

It is completely unaffected.

"Is that all the skill you've got?"

A man's voice rang in my ears.

Another blow.

The man punched Lin Xuan in the chest.

Lin Xuan's body flew out like a cannonball, crashing into and breaking two trees.

The tree trunk broke, and wood chips flew everywhere.

It crashed into the third tree and finally came to a stop.

He slid to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

But he hasn't had any time to adjust.

That maddening feeling surged back into my heart.

kill!

He must be killed!

Ignoring his injuries and current condition, Lin Xuan charged at the man again in a frenzy.

The man sneered, "Trash, just die."

He raised his fist, ready to smash it down again.

With this punch, he intended to end the fight.

But just as the two were about to make contact...

The man was suddenly shocked.

A strong sense of crisis arose in his heart.

Without any hesitation, the man quickly retreated.

He pushed off the ground with his foot, and his body shot backward like an arrow.

This was his intuition over the years.

He firmly believed it.

Sure enough, the next moment.

Suddenly, a flying sword flew out from Lin Xuan's dantian.

A flash of red light, like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness.

It was extremely fast, heading straight for the man.

The man's eyes widened the moment he saw the flying sword.

Then he flipped in the air, touched the ground with his feet, and increased his speed again.

For a time, one in front and one behind.

One chased, the other fled.

The sword flashed in the darkness as the man's figure moved through the woods.

Lin Xuan stopped where he was and did not continue the chase.

He was panting heavily, his chest heaving, as he carefully manipulated the flying sword.

The thought is like a thread, connecting to the flying sword.

If they were in an open area, Lin Xuan was confident that his flying sword could catch up with the man.

But at this moment, the terrain inside the dense forest is complex.

He was devastated that he had just lost his chance.

The man clearly saw the disadvantage of the flying sword, so he began to maneuver and leap through the dense forest.

Like a nimble monkey.

Before long, Lin Xuan felt a wave of weakness wash over him.

The amount of true energy required to control the flying sword is far too vast.

Every dodge and every chase drained his stamina.

Moreover, as the distance increases, it becomes increasingly difficult to control.

The thread of that thought grew thinner and thinner, looser and looser.

One hundred meters later.

Lin Xuan stopped his flying sword.

He simply couldn't keep up; if he continued, he would collapse first.

The flying sword hovered in mid-air, its blade trembling slightly.

The man also slowly stopped.

He stood on a branch of a large tree, looking down at the flying sword in mid-air and Lin Xuan not far away.

How did you get rid of me?

He asked.

The sound finally started to fluctuate.

He wasn't concerned at the moment about the flying sword that had inexplicably appeared and nearly caused him serious injury.

What they cared about more was how Lin Xuan would get rid of his magic.

That spell that can drive people mad!

Even when facing a sixth-tier opponent, he was confident that he could greatly affect them.

But this fourth-tier kid actually managed to break free?

Lin Xuan did not reply.

He was breathing heavily, his internal energy circulating wildly.

For a moment, the two were at an impasse.

After a short while, the man suddenly jumped down from the tree and began circling around Lin Xuan.