"Fellow Daoist Lin, stop mocking him. Help us suppress him first, there will be plenty of time to torture him afterward." Fine beads of sweat covered the white-robed woman's forehead.
To maintain this Eight Wastes Immortal-Trapping Formation, all of them were suffering enormous consumption.
They had thought they could easily wear Lin Heng to death, but they had never expected him to hold out for so long.
Lin Tianhe nodded slightly, then abruptly raised his hand and swept it out.
Lin Heng's eyes were tightly shut. Just as he thought that great hand was going to slap down on him, in the next instant, a large number of scriptures on the dharma idol's body actually fell off with a clatter.
The restraints also instantly shattered by a huge section.
The two black-robed monks to the side collapsed, their heads exploding with a boom.
Immediately after, Lin Tianhe struck again, grabbing toward the other two black-robed men. In an instant, he crushed their Golden Bodies, and blood mist drifted on the spot.
This sudden turn of events left not only Lin Heng stunned... even the three white-robed monks were dumbfounded.
Boom—!
With the four of them dead, the barrier was broken.
The enormous backlash immediately sent everyone remaining flying.
"Pfft—!" The white-robed woman flew backward several meters and spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Then she looked at Lin Tianhe and the others in disbelief and said, "You... you actually dared to attack us?"
Lin Tianhe's expression was solemn, his gaze indifferent as he looked at her and said, "How this old man acts is not something you need to question."
Then he looked toward Lin Heng again and said, "Boy, don't make things difficult for our Old Lin Family... there are still people from the Yu Clan watching down