Chen Lin could not move his mouth at all, and his eyes could only stare straight ahead. Moreover, his eyes had been narrowed when he was immobilized, leaving him able to see very little.
His heart sank.
Now even the tiny movement of turning his eyes had been restrained. He could no longer stir up any waves. 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 this very moment, his heart grew strangely calm, without the slightest ripple.
He had always thought he feared death. To avoid taking risks, he had even abandoned many opportunities. But now that this moment had truly arrived, he discovered that he was not afraid.
Though he sought longevity with all his heart, he could still face death head-on.
It was contradictory, yet real.
Perhaps this was why the skeletal old man had taken a liking to his state of mind. The greater the danger, the calmer he became.
After a brief moment of thought, Chen Lin prepared to use his innate divine ability on the Big-Mouthed Boy again.
If he did not gamble one more time now, he would have no chance later.
But before he could act, he felt the altar suddenly begin to shake violently.
Then a giant pincer gleaming with a black metallic sheen emerged from underground, right beside the Pill Ding holding Chen Lin, and snapped toward him!
Because of his limited field of vision, Chen Lin could not see what it was. But he felt a rush of air behind his head and knew something was attacking him.
Of all the people present, this thing had chosen him. Needless to say, it was the work of bad luck backlash again.
Yet he was