"Heh heh, let you all exhaust yourselves first, then I'll make my move, kill Chen Yu, capture the Holy Beast, and drain your blood."
Except for the Night Winged Wolf, Lu Ling, as a member of the Blood Race, was the highest Cultivator present.
He was also confident that once he deactivated the "Blood Soul Fusion Technique," he would be able to kill Chen Yu, and it would be even better if he could capture him alive.
However, all plans required the right opportunity.
He needed to take advantage of others exhausting themselves, waiting for the Holy Beast to become weak...
Buzz!
Lu Ling, the elder monk's body, radiated golden Buddhist light, but in the territory of the Night Winged Wolf, it could only illuminate an area of about ten feet.
The elder monk clapped his hands together, chanting, "Amitabha!"
Suddenly, he struck out with a palm, the golden Buddhist palm filled with scriptures spreading in all directions, seemingly capable of suppressing the space itself.
Swoosh!
