The silent melee had already begun.
Of the three beings, Corpse and A Lu Hun had the highest cultivation.
But higher cultivation did not necessarily mean greater fighting prowess.
Corpse and A Lu Hun had both become transcendent beings of another kind. They floated outside the world, yet had to rely on some attachment to force their way back into the material world and exert their influence upon it.
They could not truly disappear.
If they truly disappeared, without a vessel, remaining nameless for too long, people would forget them.
Things that were forgotten.
Given enough time.
Would truly disappear.
They needed an Anchor.
It could be a name, a particular ritual, or even writing.
Without an Anchor, however powerful they were, they could do nothing to ordinary mortals like Lin Feng.
In layman's terms: if I can't see you, you can't hit me.
When it came to the danger they posed.
Invisible Ghosts and Gods were less dangerous than an old undead thing in a coffin.
Lin Feng grabbed Butterfly Woman and the Iron-Blue Scholar, tied them behind his back, and crawled out from the depths of the cave.
He stole a peek outside.
Just in time to see the being in the coffin lift the lid and rise.
Originally, Lin Feng had seen him as a baby.
But now, that did not seem to be the case. Inside was a man, yet this man was "ten months pregnant," with another life inside his belly.
His belly was writhing.
He sat motionless to one side, staring straight at the cave entrance, and spotted Lin Feng.
Lin Feng: "..."
He silently shrank back.
Sorry to interrupt. You guys fight first. I'm just a passerby.
Fight. Go on, fight. All of you can join in.
*Let the boss kill the second-in-command,