Shen Lin slightly furrowed his brow. Without even sparing her a glance, he charged straight toward the remaining monsters.
Ling'er and the several other Sacred Land Disciples who witnessed this scene were instantly petrified.
This...
The long-awaited savior had just magnificently thrown them in front of the Demon Race.
The gratitude they had felt after escaping danger moments ago suddenly changed.
Faint traces of resentment appeared in their hearts.
Fortunately, even though Shen Lin was no longer shielding them, Blood Bat Demon Saint had lost all appetite for his snacks.
He watched Shen Lin warily as he returned to his own people.
"Blood Bat, what should we do now?"
As soon as he returned, one of the Demon Race Saints anxiously asked him.
Unlike Blood Bat Demon Saint, they had no clear understanding of Shen Lin's strength.
But they knew that someone capable of killing Tu Nan the Demon Saint was certainly not someone they could stand against.
They could not win a fight, and there was nowhere to flee.
As they watched Shen Lin clear out the monsters one by one, they grew increasingly frantic.
It was as if they could already see their fate.
Blood Bat Demon Saint was equally anxious, but unlike the others, he did not lose his head.
He was carefully observing the others, especially the movements of the three members of the Sacred Feather Clan.
With Shen Lin clearing the monsters ahead of them, things had become much more convenient for Hao Yuan, Hao Shan, and the others.
At that moment, they were leisurely picking up the Dao Crystal Shards left on the ground while constantly estimating how many would be needed to open Black Scale.
Blood Bat Demon Saint was somewhat puzzled.
He had clearly already told them the secret of Black Scale,