Martial Arts, the Fairy's Cultivation

"That thing went up into the sky!"

Suddenly, someone noticed that the armored figure soared into the sky, heading straight for the bright blue sun high in the sky. While everyone looked relieved to have survived the ordeal, they were also secretly alarmed, as the killing god seemed to be heading towards the clan leader and the others.

"Oh no, Miss Mu is still there!"

Lin Dong, who was fleeing, suddenly stopped in his tracks, staring at the direction the skeleton had gone, his heart sinking.

Miss Mu's current state cannot be disturbed. The appearance of those ancient remains will undoubtedly break the existing fragile balance, and the consequences are unpredictable.

Lin Dong doesn't care about the lives of the four clan leaders, but he can't let anything happen to Miss Mu, since their lives are now intertwined.

Moreover, just thinking about the tragic end of Miss Mu filled Lin Dong with a vague sense of fear. After struggling internally for a while, a resolute look appeared in Lin Dong's eyes.

"We can't let those ancient remains get close to Miss Mu. I need to think of a way to lure them away!"

But then Lin Dong frowned. With his strength, he was probably no different from an ant in the eyes of that ancient relic. How could he attract its attention?

While pondering, Lin Dong's feet were not idle. He stepped on the Dragon Step and briefly rose into the air, rushing ahead of the armored figures towards their inevitable path.

While everyone else was fleeing in disarray, a figure going against the current stood out like a firefly in the night. The crowd, who had already retreated to a safe distance, looked on in astonishment as they saw the tiny figure rushing straight towards the danger zone.

"That person seems to be... Lin Dong?"

In the Lin clan's group, Lin Ke'er's double pupils reflected the figure swaying precariously in the storm, and a look of worry immediately appeared on her pretty face. At the same time, the others also recognized Lin Dong and were stunned.

"Has that guy gone mad! He dares to approach a Nirvana Realm monster; that's not something a Creation Realm cultivator can compare to..."

"Could he have lost his mind? Did he panic and run in the wrong direction?"

Hearing the surrounding whispers, Lin Ke'er frowned, and finally sighed inwardly. Although she didn't know why Lin Dong was in that place, given the current situation, even if others wanted to help him, they were powerless to do so. It seemed likely that Lin Dong was in grave danger this time...

On the other side, Wang Yan frowned slightly as he listened to his subordinate's report. Of course, he wasn't worried about Lin Dong's safety, but it was a pity that the secret he was about to obtain would disappear from the world along with that suicidal kid.

"Hmph! You're lucky you ran into that monster, otherwise Wang Pan and the others wouldn't have died so easily!"

Further away, Lin Langtian stood atop a towering tree, his gaze indifferent, taking in the figure about to perish in the eye of the storm.

Under the watchful eyes of many, Lin Dong raised his hand in the air and unleashed a stream of Yuan energy, but due to the great distance, it was unable to land on the armored figure before exhausting its power.

Just as Lin Dong was feeling lost, a sigh came from the stone talisman from the little sable.

"Although I don't know what you're up to, this method won't get the skeleton's attention."

"What should we do then..." Lin Dong's thoughts flashed through his mind, then his expression suddenly changed, as if he had thought of something.

Immediately, Lin Dong probed his Qiankun bag with his spiritual power, enveloping the item in the corner. With a thought, an ancient fragment appeared in his palm, which was the sword tip he had obtained from the ancient battlefield.

boom!

The moment the sword tip appeared, the armored figure in the distance suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if sensing something, and turned his gaze toward Lin Dong's position.

Locked onto by that aura, Lin Dong felt a chill run down his spine. The fierce killing intent rushed towards him, filling him with immense terror.

brush--

The next moment, Lin Dong's pupils shrank as he saw the ancient remains tear through space, transforming into a streak of blood-red light that shot straight toward him.

"run!"

Before Little Marten could remind him, Lin Dong immediately turned around and burst into unprecedented speed as he fled. At the same time, he didn't forget to lead the armored figure away from Mu Zi.

shhhhh!

In the face of life and death, Lin Dong forced out his potential, and his Dragon Body Technique advanced by leaps and bounds. He finally succeeded in taking the seventh step. Even a Qi Creation Realm expert might not be able to match Lin Dong's speed at this moment.

However, the gap between the Nirvana Realm and the Creation Realm is simply too vast to be bridged by movement techniques alone. Even if Lin Dong breaks through in the heat of battle, the distance between him and the armored figure is rapidly closing. If this continues, he will be caught up in a few more breaths.

"Damn it!"

Lin Dong felt the terrifying energy emanating from behind him, and his eyes twitched incessantly. With his current small frame, he probably couldn't even hold off the skeleton for a moment.

However, if he were caught up now, there wouldn't be enough time to buy him. After the skeleton killed him, it could turn back at any moment and attack Miss Mu.

"Want this back? Here you go—"

In desperation, Lin Dong disregarded everything else and threw the tip of his sword far away in another direction with all his might. Sure enough, the skeleton changed its target, turning into a streak of blood-red light in the air, and intercepted the sword tip on the horizon after a few flashes.

However, before Lin Dong could even catch his breath, he saw the blood-red light turn back again, tearing through the void and hurtling straight toward his location.

"Damn it! Little Mink, find a way to stop it!"

Lin Dong's response was a helpless tone from Little Marten: "It's not that I don't want to help you, but I'm barely able to protect myself right now..."

At its peak, Little Marten would naturally not have taken the Nirvana Realm seriously, but now, in its lingering demonic form, it has barely recovered to the third level of the Creation Realm, and its strength may not even be as good as Lin Dong's now. A skilled cook cannot make a meal without rice.

We can only hope that Lin Dong is lucky to survive.

call out--

Two figures, one in front and one behind, sped across the sky and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye, arriving at a desolate area. In the end, Lin Dong was inevitably caught up by the ancient remains.

Suddenly enveloped by a chill, Lin Dong froze on the spot, watching the armored figure slowly approaching, his scalp tingling instantly.

"kill......"

Faintly, ancient syllables could be heard coming from beneath the armor. Lin Dong's heart tightened, and his eyes darted around, trying to find any possible chance of survival.

"Hmm? This is..."

As the figure drew closer, its true form, shrouded in shadow beneath the armor, was revealed to Lin Dong, and the sight before him caused his gaze to freeze.