Despite being restrained by Lin Hao, the black-robed man showed no signs of panic, even flashing a strange smile.
Lin Hao frowned.
A powerful ripple of aura emanated from the direction of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.
It was obvious that when the black-robed man's arm had been devoured, he had sent out a message with his divine sense.
"You've picked a fight with the wrong people."
The black-robed man's voice was hoarse yet calm, showing no awareness that he was a captive.
Lin Hao didn't respond. He grabbed the man, hoisted him up, and vanished in a flash.
"It's no use. Even if you escape to—"
The black-robed man stopped mid-sentence. He realized Lin Hao wasn't fleeing at all—in fact, he was flying straight toward the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.
The quiet Ten Thousand Poison Sect erupted into chaos.
The ground rumbled and mountainsides crumbled.
Colossal figures loomed within the boundless miasma, seemingly without end.
