Lin Feng did not know whether Zhang Zhuoen's shouting was dignified.
But he knew it would definitely work.
The "calling card" he burned, the prayer he recited, and his distress signal truly reached the one he wanted to contact. A thin fishing line descended from beyond the heavens.
The Emperor Lord was fishing too.
Let the willing take the bait!
That fishing line carried an indescribable killing chill as it sliced straight through time and space.
It divided the space here in two.
The line hooked both Lin Feng and Zhang Zhuoen.
Only one fishing line appeared, but that single line created a safe zone.
The line needed a moment to gather strength.
That moment passed in a flash, and both Lin Feng and Zhang Zhuoen moved with incredible speed.
More precisely, Zhang Zhuoen moved first, and Lin Feng followed.
Command Arrows poured from Zhang Zhuoen's sleeves as though they cost nothing.
"Earth thunder booms. Mao."
"Dragon thunder churns the waters. Chen."
"Water thunder turns the waves. Zi."
"Altar decree, fire thunder. Mao."
"Thunderbolts crisscross. Yin."
Lightning intersected, forming a terrifying net of thunder. Even this Parasite would lose a layer of skin beneath it.
Zhang Zhuoen held a grudge. He threw down every Command Arrow in his sleeves.
Lin Feng took out the Clay Jar and released all the Purple Miasma inside, intending to stuff that head into his jar.
The timid starved while the bold gorged themselves. This "Historian's" head had extraordinary value to Lin Feng.
"Natural phenomena" could not be controlled, but that was not necessarily true of this Parasite. It was not the same kind of thing.
There was no Bashé, nor any of the Anomalous Beasts from earlier.
He could only take these heads as spoils.
Lin Feng glanced upward. Beyond the space split open