Five Chances

Blood Bat Demon Saint stared blankly at Shen Lin. For a moment, only three words kept circling through his mind.

Why???

Did this fellow not want to get out of here as quickly as possible?

Even if there was not necessarily an exit inside that Black Scale, it still contained many treasures left behind by the Heavenly Demon back then.

Instead of going after those things, Shen Lin had come looking for them...

No, was there anything on these Saint Realm Demon Race members that could be more attractive than the Heavenly Demon's treasure?

Shen Lin naturally knew that the Black Scale definitely concealed something good.

Otherwise, the two Sacred Feather Clan elders would not have been so nervous earlier, even wanting to fight him.

But how much benefit those things could bring him was truly hard to say.

He was certainly lacking cultivation arts and martial techniques.

But after joining the Immortal Race Sacred Land, he could still obtain quite a few Venerable Realm cultivation arts and martial techniques at this stage.

What he needed most urgently now was Demon Lifespan.

Whether it was Overlord Saber's inheritance or cultivating the Heaven-Intercepting Dao Principles, both required an enormous amount of Demon Lifespan.

Thus, compared to the unknown precious treasures, the Demon Lifespan these Demon Race members could provide right now was more attractive to Shen Lin.

Besides...

Dealing with these Demon Race members would not take much time.

After greeting them, Shen Lin casually raised his right hand.

Behind him, a golden divine statue emerged, raising the Vajra Pestle and Monk's Knife in its hands at the same time.

Golden lightning flickered across the Vajra Pestle, and the rumble of Lightning Power rang out.

The Monk's Knife seemed to sense the blood debts carried by these Demon Race members, and