"Hahaha... Heaven is on my side... hahaha!"
Feeling certain that victory was in his grasp, Lin Da burst into wild laughter.
Meanwhile, Shen Luo watched the upheavals unfolding before him, his heart burning with anxiety. But Longtan pressed him relentlessly, leaving him no chance to break away and rescue Chan'er.
"Don't you want to save that little monk? I'll let you watch him take Master's Heavenly Tribulation in his place and turn to ash! What a delight! What a delight!" Seeing the situation at the altar, Longtan also grew carried away with triumph.
After saying this, he actually stopped pressing his attack and stood to one side, watching Shen Luo at his leisure.
The anxiety in Shen Luo's eyes was plain to see. His gaze shifted between Chan'er and Longtan, as though he were weighing whether to risk slipping past Longtan and going straight to the rescue.
After only a brief hesitation, Shen Luo moved. Moonlight flickered beneath his feet as he streaked past on the right, heading straight for the altar where Chan'er sat.
A smile flashed through Longtan's eyes. Shen Luo taking this desperate gamble was precisely what he had been waiting for.
The instant Shen Luo moved, Longtan vanished from his spot as well.
A moment later, he abruptly appeared in front of Shen Luo and thrust out a hand. The flesh of his palm split apart, and countless slender black crystal threads shot out, stabbing toward Shen Luo like thousands upon thousands of steel needles.
Light flashed above Shen Luo's head, and the Eight-Hanging Mirror cast down another curtain of light, shielding him within.
Yet the instant those black crystal threads touched the light curtain, something bizarre happened: they passed straight through it and stabbed toward Shen Luo's chest.
Caught off guard, Shen Luo was pierced