The Nether King had clearly thought of this as well.
It hovered in midair with its hands behind its back, its tone calm yet carrying unquestionable certainty. "General Zhao, leave the youngster leading them to me. The others are yours. Finish this quickly, and do not disappoint me again."
"That was precisely my intention." Zhao Polu licked his cracked lips, his fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth again.
Lin Jin took it all in.
They made no attempt to conceal their intentions, but for Lin Jin, this truly was the trickiest situation.
With the Nether King barring his way, a being whose strength approached or even matched the peak of the Transcendent Stage, he really might not be able to look after Wang Zhenshan, Su Qianxue, and the others.
At that thought, he willed the wooden giant clad in Susanoo armor to spin around and sweep its Susanoo blade horizontally.
The strike was not aimed at the Nether King or Zhao Polu before him, but directly at the vaulted ceiling of the Main Tomb Chamber behind him.
Where the blade's light passed, the thick stone slabs were sliced apart like tofu, tearing a massive fissure hundreds of feet long through the ceiling of the ancient tomb.
Night had long since fallen outside. Moonlight poured through the fissure, illuminating the Underground Palace that had been sealed for a thousand years.
"Get out first!" Lin Jin's voice brooked no argument.
Wang Zhenshan was the first to react.
He was a battlefield commander and knew when to fight and when to retreat. In a battle of this caliber, staying would only make them burdens to Lin Jin. "Everyone, heed my command! Withdraw from the tomb! Now!"
Han Yi grabbed Jiang Ling, who was still dazed, and pulled her along. Lu Zheng