He Xuanling's terms were generous, but Chen Lin hesitated.
For one thing, he did not want to put himself in danger. Even the eight-hundred-eye Centipede Monster could withstand his Soul-Destroying Finger head-on, its strength approaching Spirit Transformation. It was easy to imagine how powerful a Thousand-Eye Centipede would be. It would certainly be on the level of a spirit transformation cultivator.
After all, beneath the evil aura that shrouded the night, evil beasts could wield a trace of rule force!
Weaker evil beasts simply needed time to activate that power. The weaker they were, the longer it took, which gave cultivators a chance to hunt them.
He had only killed that eight-hundred-eye Centipede Monster so easily because it had not had time to activate the eyes on its body.
Once activated, its rule force would rival a Pseudo Spirit Treasure at the very least. Even if the rule force released by a Thousand-Eye Centipede did not reach the level of a spirit-transforming grade spirit treasure, it would probably come close.
Hunting it himself would therefore be far too dangerous.
That was not even the main issue. More importantly, with everyone acting together and so many eyes watching, he would be unable to use the White Jade Palm.
Without the White Jade Palm to dispel the evil aura, even Grass would struggle to resist it, let alone him.
Although he had learned during this time that talent abilities could counter the rule force of the Evil Land-talent abilities were themselves manifestations of rules, after all-and his qi luck force should be able to do so too, even if it worked, its effect would only be comparable to Grass's.
He could resist it, but only with great difficulty.
Besides, the strange energy inside him had yet to be cleared away.
With his