His goal was not to defeat the black-robed Cultivators, but to draw their attention, make them leave the center of the valley, and pull them away from the altar.
The black-robed Cultivators took the bait as expected. More than a dozen of them all chased after Lin Taichu, and black palm prints, black sword qi, black whips, and all kinds of attacks shot toward him in a storm that blotted out the sky.
Lin Taichu moved with agile grace, weaving swiftly through the valley and constantly dodging the attacks. His robes were slashed open in several places by black Soul Power, and a wound had also been added to his arm. Blood seeped out, yet he did not slow his steps in the slightest.
Seeing this, the Chaotian Gate disciples all moved to help. Streaks of spiritual qi and sword qi shot toward the black-robed Cultivators, trying to buy Lin Taichu time.
The black-robed Cultivators were formidable, and the attacks of the Chaotian Gate disciples could not cause them any real harm at all. They could only slightly slow their pursuit.
The chase continued for roughly half an incense stick's time.
The black-robed Cultivators suddenly stopped and no longer gave chase.
The leading cultivator raised his hand, signaling everyone to stop, his gloomy gaze fixed on Lin Taichu in the distance.
"He is deliberately stalling for time," the black-robed cultivator said, his voice icy. "He wants to lure us away and wait for the sect master to arrive. We go back and guard the altar. As long as the Mother Gu is in our hands, the sect master will not dare act rashly."
The other black-robed Cultivators nodded one after another, then turned and headed back toward the altar at the center of the valley.
Lin Taichu's heart sank. These