Lin Bai lay on the ground, listening to the approaching footsteps. He quickly discerned that there were roughly thirty people in the group, both young and old.
The leader was a middle-aged man named Uncle Xi. Judging from the fluctuations in his aura as he spoke, Lin Bai sensed that he possessed at least the cultivation of the Nine Tribulation Dao Realm.
Lin Bai did not dare be careless. He silently activated the Devouring Sword Soul. If this group came with hostile intentions, then even if he had to fight to the death, Lin Bai would kill them all.
"Uncle Xi, there's someone here."
"Who?"
"What vermin is hiding there? Show yourself!"
Before the group had even entered the ruined temple, one of the men sensed a living presence inside and cried out in alarm.
As though facing a great enemy, everyone drew their weapons, circulated their spiritual power, and prepared to strike.
Lin Bai secretly cursed his luck. If he could walk out to meet them, why would he still be lying here?
After waiting for a while without anyone coming out of the ruined temple, Uncle Xi narrowed his eyes and cautiously entered. He then discovered that the living presence he had sensed was Lin Bai, who lay on the ground without any of his limbs, looking completely like a corpse.
Uncle Xi approached Lin Bai warily. After bending down to examine Lin Bai's condition carefully, he called out, "It's fine. Come in, everyone."
Only then did the others enter the ruined temple. They gathered around Uncle Xi and looked down at Lin Bai lying on the ground.
"This person is in such a terrible state."
Several timid women trembled with fear when they saw Lin Bai's gruesome condition and cried out.
Uncle Xi said solemnly, "I already