With a casual beckon from Lin Ke, several Black Ice Centipedes moved to block the way ahead.
Mystic flame spilled in a ring around the cultivators, separating the Mirror-Shelled Millipedes from everyone.
He declared loudly, "We Foreign Barbarians are cultivators from the Golden Wing Sect."
"I am Lin Ke. I came here today to plunder the natural treasures in this Dragon Tomb."
"If you hand them over directly, it will save us the trouble of searching this place."
Duan Dongqing and the others had not expected Lin Ke to be so direct.
They all glanced sideways at him.
The voice carried sarcasm as it drifted over from afar. "Well, well, well. I was wondering who it was."
"So it's Fellow Daoist Lin."
As he spoke, a familiar figure appeared in Lin Ke's sight.
"Oh? Mo Qi Qi?"
"Aren't you dead? Do you want to die at my hands again?"
Lin Ke had just swept his mental power through the entire Dragon Tomb.
The strongest person he had detected was Mo Tianji before him.
As such, he saw no danger here at all.
At this moment, Mo Tianji had the body of a stone statue, and the workmanship was not particularly fine.
Strangest of all, the skin on his body had been sewn together with needle and thread, then draped over the stone body.
Not only was it incomplete, but some parts had even been sewn on wrong.
But this did not stop him from looking down on Lin Ke.
He abruptly straightened, and powerful fluctuations of spirit power burst out.
Everyone present except Shen Wei and Dongfang Yao looked horrified. "He already has half a foot in the fusion stage?"
Duan Dongqing's little face immediately paled. "Fellow Daoist Lin, let's join forces to hold this monster back."
"Let the other