"Ahhh!"
Wu Ming suddenly let out a scream, blood pouring from all seven orifices.
Lin Lang became a streak of light, dragging Lu Xiaofeng and Jiang Xiaoyu as he raced outside.
"Xiaoyu, send the signal."
Jiang Xiaoyu was shocked. Had his master suffered such serious injuries that he could no longer fight?
But clearly, the one bleeding from all seven orifices just now had been that little old man, Wu Ming!
Still, he quickly pulled a bamboo tube from his robes and gave it a light tug. A green light shot into the sky, forming a sun and half a crescent moon.
Aboard the ship, Hua Wuque was sorting through the cultivation methods Jiang Xiaoyu had recorded when Shi Potian suddenly rushed in. "Brother Wuque, someone on the island has sent the Sun Moon Holy Cult's signal."
Hua Wuque was shocked. Had Senior Lin and the others run into trouble?
He rushed out immediately, heading straight toward the signal.
Shi Potian followed without hesitation. Senior Lin had helped him so much, and since he had promised to become an affiliate of the Sun Moon Holy Cult, he would absolutely honor his word.
Shi Potian was faster than Hua Wuque. He grabbed Hua Wuque's arm and dragged him along at a sprint.
About seven minutes later, they spotted Lu Xiaofeng and Jiang Xiaoyu supporting Lin Lang between them as they raced their way.
"Senior Lin, what happened to you?" Shi Potian asked anxiously.
He sensed that Lin Lang's aura had become extremely unstable, as though his essence, qi, and spirit had all been exhausted.
Upon seeing Shi Potian, Lin Lang said only one thing. "Stand guard for me."
Hua Wuque looked at Jiang Xiaoyu. "What happened? There's an expert on this island who could force even Senior Lin to risk his