Lu Yin's scalp prickled. Cheng Kong again—he had set his sights on Lu Yin and was ignoring Jiang Qingyue completely. Perhaps he didn't want to provoke Lord Lei. As for the Dragon Turtle, he hadn't attacked either. He probably thought it would be pointless; the Dragon Turtle's holy light was so effective at healing that it could surely protect itself.
Cheng Kong wasn't just watching Lu Yin; he also seemed intent on stopping him from making a move. He had watched Lu Yin's entire battle against the Corpse King and knew he had a way to escape.
"You... will die." The overlapping voices rang in Lu Yin's ears.
It was Cheng Kong's voice.
"You despicable coward!" the Dragon Turtle roared.
Jiang Qingyue closed her eyes and tried to sense him.
Lu Yin kept using the power in his heart. Every time he did, Cheng Kong attacked, giving him no chance to tear open the void. The Corpse King attacked head-on, but Cheng Kong's attacks came from every direction. He was faster than the Corpse King, and more ruthless. Against the Corpse King, Lu Yin had a split second to escape. Against Cheng Kong, he had no chance at all.
Lu Yin opened his eyes and studied the chaotic spatial lines. "Senior Dragon Turtle, how much longer can you hold out?"
The Dragon Turtle sounded pained. "With a Corpse King that powerful out there, not much longer."
Lu Yin frowned. They had to find a solution, fast.
"Don't listen to him. He can hold out for a long time," Jiang Qingyue suddenly said. "He can fuse his domineering aura completely and cover his shell with it. Even Father said it would be difficult to break."
"Xiao Yueyue, difficult doesn't mean impossible. What if one of the Seven Gods Heaven comes? Cheng