Battle of the Trapped Beast

Facing the gaunt figure that slowly emerged from the black mist, emanating a deathly aura that caused heart palpitations, Lin Ming showed not the slightest trace of fear. Instead, the mocking curve of his lips grew even more pronounced.

At that moment, Lin Ming met the Great Heavenly Venerate's cold gaze, where ghost fire flickered, and gave a disdainful smile. His voice rang clearly through the oppressive air.

"So you're the legendary Great Heavenly Venerate of the Soul Hall!"

With a thoughtful expression, Lin Ming said seriously, "What you said just now did remind me of something. That's right—if your Hun Clan were truly willing to dispatch a high-grade Dou Sheng, say, a Five Stars or Six Stars expert, there would indeed be a good chance of keeping all of us here. But leaving aside the explicit agreement among the Ancient Races that experts above Five-Star Dou Saint may not make a move—of course, even if your Hun Clan dared break convention and disregard the consequences... do you currently have any spare energy, time, or personnel to concern yourselves with this remote Human Hall?"

The moment Lin Ming spoke, the aged figure floating above the black mist slowly raised his skull-like, withered head.

Under the illumination of the light, his nearly fleshless face appeared all the more horrifying. Yet the two clusters of faint ghost fire deep within his eye sockets suddenly flickered violently, revealing that he was far from as calm as he appeared. Within him surged a shock as turbulent as raging waves.

How could he know?! The Great Heavenly Venerate's mind was instantly shaken.

The Hun Clan was indeed at a critical juncture. Most of its top experts, including Lord Nihility Devouring Flame, who devoured heaven and earth, had all been mobilized to carry out a top-secret