Tian Buque glared at Lin He, his expression gloomy. He had intended to take Dong Xuan'er away amid the chaos, but Lin He had reacted far faster than he expected, immediately moving to stop him. That black cord of his had been a powerful top-tier auxiliary magical artifact, yet now it, too, had been lost here.
"Boy, I told you she would come with me sooner or later. You can't stop me."
"Is that so? Do you see the Ghost Spirit Sect's young master over there? Don't tell me you want to end up like him."
Tian Buque's pupils contracted at those words. "Don't think you've already won just because your cultivation is one minor stage higher than mine! Let's see you survive first. Elder Lin, attack!"
An aged figure shot out from behind Tian Buque. A white-haired elder suddenly clawed at the air toward Lin He, sending an enormous azure hand hurtling toward him.
The azure hand was condensed from the formidable magical power of this early core formation cultivator. As soon as it reached the space above Lin He's head, both he and Dong Xuan'er realized that the attack had locked onto them. There was no escaping it; they could only meet it head-on.
Dong Xuan'er's face turned deathly pale with despair. Faced with an early core formation cultivator's attack, she had no idea how to defend herself.
Though Lin He's expression was as dark as still water, he remained composed. He took the Spirit Beast Bag from his waist, and a tiny, earthy-yellow figure appeared a moment later-a miniature monkey.
The little monkey showed no fear as he watched the azure hand descend. Instead, it stirred his fighting spirit. With an angry roar, his body suddenly shot upward, swiftly transforming into a Giant Ape several dozen feet