"Wait for me."
It was the familiar call of the Second Senior Brother.
The few Taoists at the rear subconsciously stopped and looked back.
But they didn't see their Second Senior Brother. Instead, they saw Lin Bai streaking toward them like a meteor, and a bolt of lightning descending from the sky.
[Received Resentment from Qing Chuan, Qing Mu, Qing An... +1+1+1]
How could he even imitate others' voices? What in the Nine Hells had he been learning all this time!?!
Qing Chuan and the others wanted to cry but were helpless. By the time they reacted and tried to run, it was already too late!
Lin Bai was too fast.
Only the Little White Fox with him, already adapted to the breakneck speed, managed to keep chanting tongue twisters while nestled in his arms.
CRACK!
The lightning struck down a Taoist.
Lin Bai's Blacksmith's Six-Piece Set slammed toward the remaining few. While they scrambled to dodge, his Unceasing Sword Flow skill enveloped the rest.
