Countless verdant bamboo leaves turned into a skyful of jade-green shadows, shooting toward Lu Lin.
Each bamboo leaf seemed to have been endowed with spirituality and sharpness, like miniature swords, their piercing, grating whistles through the air converging into a torrent.
Lu Lin's expression changed slightly. Not daring to be careless, he instantly circulated his True Aura through both arms and thrust a palm straight forward!
Boom!
The savage palm force was like furious waves smashing against the shore, crushing forward with the momentum to topple mountains and overturn seas.
A vast swath of bamboo leaves ahead was struck by that fierce, unparalleled palm force and immediately rolled backward, scattering through the air.
However, the toughness of these bamboo leaves far surpassed Lu Lin's imagination.
Swept up by such palm force, they were not damaged in the slightest; they were merely dispersed.
They flipped lightly in midair, changed angles, then shot toward Lu Lin again from every direction along even stranger, more devious trajectories!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Lu Lin struck out with both palms in a continuous chain. Thunder True Aura wove into a dense electric net before him, knocking the incoming bamboo leaves away and blasting them back again and again.
Seizing the chance, his figure moved like lightning, breaking through layer after layer of leaf-shadows as he rushed toward the depths of the bamboo forest.
Even though he could not fly, his running speed was still astonishingly fast; in the blink of an eye, he could skim across dozens of miles.
But strangely, no matter how hard he ran, the scenery around him seemed endless, and he was always surrounded by a boundless bamboo forest.
Even the cave entrance he had come from had long since vanished, as though it had never existed at all.
"Something like—a formation?"