Luck Restored

Chen Lin could not move his mouth, and his eyes could only stare straight ahead. They had been narrowed when he was frozen, so he could see very little.

His heart sank.

Now even the slight movement of his eyes had been taken from him. He had no way to turn the tables. Even if he wanted to use his Talent Ability, he could not find a target.

I'm dead.

The thought crossed Chen Lin's mind.

Yet at that moment, his heart grew strangely calm, without a ripple of fear.

He had always thought he feared death. To avoid taking risks, he had even given up many opportunities. But now that the moment had come, he discovered he was not afraid.

He sought longevity with all his heart, yet he could face death head-on.

It was contradictory, but true.

Perhaps that was why the old skeleton had taken an interest in his state of mind: the greater the danger, the calmer he became.

After a brief thought, Chen Lin prepared to use his Innate Divine Ability on the Big-Mouthed Boy again.

If he did not make one last attempt now, he would have no chance later.

Before he could act, however, the altar began to shake violently.

Then a giant pincer gleaming with black metallic luster burst from the ground right beside the Pill Ding that held Chen Lin and snapped toward him!

Because of his limited view, Chen Lin could not see what it belonged to. But he felt a rush of air behind his head and knew something was attacking him.

Of everyone there, it had singled him out. Needless to say, Bad Luck Backlash was at work again.

But he was not worried.

At this critical stage of Pill Refining, the old skeleton could not possibly allow