Inside the Spatial Rift.
Endless darkness surged in from every direction like a rising tide.
The violent spatial force was like countless invisible blades, constantly tearing at Lin Changqing's body.
An ordinary Martial Saint, even one at the Mid Martial Saint Stage, wouldn't last long under the relentless erosion of the Spatial Turbulence.
But silver light flowed around Lin Changqing, and the Saintly Protective Aura of his Heavenly Gang Saint Armor kept all the spatial force at bay.
Combined with the physical enhancement from the Primordial Indestructible Golden Body, this bit of erosion was no different from an itch to him.
Golden Radiance had shrunk down and perched on his shoulder, a faint glow flowing over its golden scales.
Protected by Lin Changqing, it was likewise unaffected by the spatial force.
The man and his mount hid in the void like this, unhurriedly following behind Lin Hu's group.
On the official road, Lin Hu was still riding his horse.
He had already put about three miles between himself and Han Meng and Sun Zhengyang behind him.
Lin Hu had done this on purpose.
It was to keep the shockwaves from the coming battle from reaching them.
Lin Hu rode onward, still looking as carefree and boorish as ever.
But his hand stayed on the hilt of his blade, and the Geng Metal Spiritual Power within him had long since gathered, ready to strike.
In secret.
Lin Changqing had opened his senses fully, and everything within a thousand miles lay within his range.
Suddenly.
His eyebrows lifted. An extremely well-hidden presence was rapidly approaching from afar!
It was moving fast, heading straight for Lin Hu!
Some secret art concealed the presence exceptionally well. An ordinary Martial Saint wouldn't have sensed it at all.
But Lin Changqing had cultivated the Heavenly Saint