"Lin Yuan!?"
Watching Lin Yuan bound by the vortex of lightning, unable to struggle, Jin Haoran's face changed color, "This is bad!"
At this moment, he disregarded his dignity as an Immortal Master residing in the world, and paid no attention to whether it seemed unseemly for two to gang up on one; he swiftly stepped forward, treading on the void.
As he joined the battle, a glaze-like brilliance flashed across his body. No longer resembling flesh, his form swelled with the wind, transforming into a hundred-meter giant in an instant.
A far superior aura, unknown how many times stronger compared to his normal state, released from his body.
The energy that a hundred-meter body could contain, like a landslide or tsunami, soared into the sky, then guided by his own Dao of transformation, turned into a golden Tao Sword, condensed in his hand.
