Lin He and his two companions made no attempt to conceal their movements. The three Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators ahead immediately felt as though needles were stabbing their backs. Just as Lin He had expected, they began using various methods and secret arts to locate their fellow sect members.
Before long, three teams of Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators arrived to support them. Including the original three, there were thirteen in all.
With these ten reinforcements, the late Foundation Establishment cultivator finally breathed a sigh of relief. He stopped fleeing, gathered everyone together, and looked at Lin He.
"Brat, you can't use your Core Formation avatar here, and you can't use your Core Formation puppet either. How are you going to fight more than a dozen of us?"
Lin He and his companions also stopped. Seeing how heavily the other side outnumbered them, Yan Ruyan felt a little worried. Yin Xue'er, who had witnessed Lin He's abilities, was far less concerned. She looked at him and asked,
"Senior Brother Lin, they seem to have anticipated this situation long ago. What do you plan to do?"
"What do I plan to do?" Lin He snorted coldly and casually took out a Spirit Beast Bag. Ape One immediately appeared before them.
"Kill them!"
"Yes, Master!"
Seeing Ape One charge over, the late Foundation Establishment cultivator leading the group hastily warned,
"Be careful, everyone! That's a level four spirit beast!"
Yet no sooner had he spoken than Ape One appeared right in front of him. With a swing of the Coiling Dragon Staff, a terrifying force came crashing down.
The late Foundation Establishment cultivator was horrified. He hurriedly took out a tortoise-shell magic artifact to block the blow. It was a fine-grade top-tier magical artifact that had saved his life many times before, and