Fiend

What fell was an enormous black palm. It came so fast that Chen Lin had no time to dodge; he could only activate the Xuanwu Shield to block it.

The palm smashed into the Spirit Boat's Protective Barrier. The barrier collapsed at once, and the terrifying force even cracked the boat itself, shattering it into pieces that flew in every direction.

Chen Lin had been prepared, however, and escaped unharmed. The Xuanwu Shield absorbed all the force directed his way and even shielded Elder Hu beside him.

"Thank you for saving my life, Fellow Daoist Chen!"

Chen Lin flew a hundred yards away and looked up at the enemy. Elder Hu hurried over as well and thanked him solemnly.

"No need. But from here on, Daoist Hu, you'll have to look after yourself!"

Chen Lin answered casually, his gaze still fixed above the mountainside. Black Qi churned there, giving off waves of a strange aura. Judging by its intensity, it had not reached Spirit Transformation, but it was not far off.

He could fight an enemy of that level. But he could not tell whether the enemy had help, so he dared not act rashly.

"Black Mountain Old Devil!"

A startled cry rang out nearby.

It was the ugly Nascent Soul Cultivator.

The man had just used a broken-bladed Damaged Spirit Treasure to tear a gap in the black palm and escape. The Trading Firm's manager and the brother and sister had seized the chance to survive as well.

The other two Golden Core Cultivators had died on the spot.

"Who is Black Mountain Old Devil?"

Chen Lin felt Elder Hu trembling beside him at the sound of that name and immediately asked.

Elder Hu knew Chen Lin had come from elsewhere, so his ignorance did not surprise him. He