The Three-Tailed Flood Dragon paused.
He stared fixedly at Chen Lin, the madness in his eyes gradually giving way to reason.
The Bronze Immortal Palace changed every fifteen days. If he missed this opening, he would be trapped in the Second Layer, utterly devoid of spiritual energy, for another fifteen days. Besides, this human brat's capabilities were unfathomable. Even if he won a fight to the death, he would certainly suffer grievous injuries.
In an Immortal Palace surrounded by powerful enemies, being grievously injured was as good as courting death.
"Consider yourself lucky to be alive."
The Three-Tailed Flood Dragon withdrew his Demon Core and forcibly suppressed the roiling qi and blood in his chest. He shot Chen Lin a vicious look, searing that face into his memory.
"Move!"
Without the slightest hesitation, he turned into a streak of black light and led Kunpeng and the other six great demons toward the closing bronze portal at top speed.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Eight figures filed through and vanished into the blue light.
Chen Lin stood in midair without pursuing them.
He clenched his fists slightly, settling the true qi thrown into disarray by their ferocious exchanges. He had only just broken through, and his cultivation had yet to stabilize fully. Besides, Yun Sheng and the others were in terrible condition and could not sustain another intense battle.
"My lord!"
Seeing their powerful enemies retreat, Changqingzi and the others hurriedly steered the Heavenly Shuttle over.
Yun Sheng put away the damaged Great Geng Sword Formation and looked at Chen Lin with mixed emotions. "You've reached Divine Transformation."
"I was lucky enough to break through." Chen Lin landed on the deck and casually tossed out several bottles of supreme-grade Healing Pills. "Recover first. The restrictions here block divine sense. Staying too long could