"Lin Dong, let's have some fun together~"
Mu Zi's eyes were seductive as silk. She leaned toward Lin Dong on her own and reached for his chest.
Smack!
Lin Dong suddenly raised his hand and seized that snow-white wrist, looking at the woman before him as his brows furrowed deeply.
His gaze shifted slightly downward, and he saw that at some point, Mu Zi had gripped a dagger in her hand. A cold gleam shimmered along its edge, and the tip was only an inch or so from Lin Dong's chest. Yet under Lin Dong's hold, it could not break through that final distance and stab into the front of his chest.
Lin Dong stared at Mu Zi for a moment, his expression slowly darkening. A palm wind containing majestic force lashed out in reverse and struck her lower abdomen.
Bang!
A low sound rang out. "Mu Zi's" body flew backward, but when it landed, it split apart. A cloud of Crimson Mist rose, then tried to burrow into the ground and flee.
Lin Dong was faster. Just as it was about to tunnel into the earth, devouring light shot violently from his fingertips, crisscrossing into a net that bound it directly.
The Crimson Mist slammed madly against the web of light, trying to escape, but under its collisions, the mist only grew thinner and weaker.
In the end, Lin Dong clenched his hand and crushed that cloud of Crimson Mist apart.
"A little strange."
Lin Dong's eyes were slightly icy. Judging from what had just happened, perhaps the instant they entered the Heavenly Flame Ancient Treasury, Mu Zi had been separated from him, and that impostor from before was likely a trick of this space.
"I should find a way to meet up first."
Lin Dong pondered briefly, then