C1208 A Golden Body Forged of Demonic Blood

"You talk too much!"

Lin Yin said indifferently.

"Junior, although your strength is not bad, you are seriously injured now. How much strength can you use? You can't even beat my demon body. . . "

Patriarch Yuan Du had yet to finish his words.

Lin Yin's figure flashed and appeared in front of him, his palm that was as red as gold. He bent his finger into a fist and punched the air