"We can still refine him!"
Tian Yin spread her hands, countless pure white lotus flowers scattered out, wrapping Lin Xin tightly.
She recited sutras from her mouth.
In an instant, numerous clouds above Lin Xin's head rapidly descended, condensing into a menacingly huge dragon head.
The dragon's mouth opened wide, holding Lin Xin inside but not closing.
The earth rumbled, as a gigantic tiger head rose, placing Lin Xin precisely between its sharp fangs.
The two massive formations created a terrifying cosmic-level pressure, locking Lin Xin at the center.
"Help!" Tian Yin shouted towards Jiu Se.
The latter awoke from a dream, extending a finger towards Lin Xin.
Swish!
A series of golden runes linked into chained rivers, rushing toward Lin Xin, slowly circling around him, forming rings of golden hoops.
At the crucial moment, neither Tian Yin nor Jiu Se held back.
