At that moment, Lin Tianming clenched his fist with one hand and smashed down towards Song Xin's forehead.
His speed was very fast, and in just one breath, he had already crossed over a hundred zhang.
Even from afar, Song Xin could already feel a gust of fist wind hitting his face, accompanied by a stinging sensation that shot into his mind.
Upon feeling this, Song Xin's expression changed drastically.
In a hurry, Song Xin slapped his waist and quickly took out a pale yellow talisman paper, holding it in his hand.
Immediately after, Song Xin flicked his fingers repeatedly, activating the Fourth Order Defense Talisman in his hand, firmly placing it in front of himself.
After doing this, Song Xin disregarded his injuries, dragging his severely injured body to frantically escape backward.
Meanwhile, behind him, Lin Tianming's steel-like fist came crashing down, hitting directly onto the barrier formed by the Fourth Order Defense Talisman.
"Bang..."
