Ying Tianxiao's expression shifted, and he exclaimed in horror, "That's Lin Yang's Life-Soul Treasure, the Sheep Spirit Bell."
"Not only does it possess the most terrifying defensive power in the Demon Race, it also has the sealing power to suppress all things. It's precisely this treasure that has allowed Lin Yang to remain undefeated..."
The next instant, the golden bell slowly rose, shrinking back to its original palm-sized form as it flew into the air again.
The deer soldiers beneath the Golden Bell were all completely unscathed. They had escaped the might of the pure-turbid heavenly flame.
Lin Mo frowned and looked up intently. He saw the golden bell fly back into the air and land in a middle-aged man's hand.
The middle-aged man wore a navy-blue python robe. He had a well-proportioned build and shoulder-length white hair, and an air of refined dignity radiated from him.
Almost all the Beast Race traits on his body had disappeared. Only the pair of sharp horns at his temples revealed that he was not an ordinary human.
Although he exuded the powerful aura of the spirit transformation pinnacle, he possessed none of the Demon Race's sinister energy or wildness. Instead, he carried the refined dignity of an elder.
Lin Mo cupped his hands and smiled faintly. "You must be Senior Lin Yang, chief of the Divine Deer Tribe?"
"I am Lin Mo of the Human Race. I have come to Ten Thousand Fiends Mountain on important business and would like to ask for your assistance, Senior."
"It was only because the soldiers under your command were so rude that I had no choice but to resort to force. Please forgive me, Senior."
Lin Yang looked down at Lin Mo from above, a disdainful smile curling his lips.
"You came uninvited, trespassed into