Zhong Lin hid in the distance, looking up at the battle of the Yunling Realm martial artists in the sky.
It wasn't as grand as imagined, but within every punch and kick was the power of the soul. Without the ability to resist soul attacks, one could easily be slain.
"Human... die."
A water monkey saw Zhong Lin standing still and grinned hideously, swinging the wolf fang club in its hand straight towards Zhong Lin's head.
"Get lost!"
Zhong Lin snorted coldly, striking out with a palm. Under the terrified gaze of the water monkey, its body was shattered, turning into a mass of flesh.
What are you, a Spirit Sea Realm sea clan member, doing here? I'm afraid of the Yunling Realm sea clan, what the hell are you?
Having realized the might of the Spirit Embryo Realm and Yunling Realm martial artists, Zhong Lin naturally wouldn't confront them head-on, always intentionally or unintentionally skirting the edges of battles, never approaching closely.
