"If you can hold out for three minutes, I'll let you leave."
The long-haired, black-eyed man suddenly spoke.
"Do you mean it?"
Lin Mo frowned.
"As the king of the Rainforest Tribe, I certainly won't joke with you."
The long-haired, black-eyed man's lips curved into a faint smile.
"Zhen Yuanzi, you don't need to intervene, I'll fight him." Lin Mo's gaze was determined.
"Mr. Lin?" Zhen Yuanzi was taken aback and frowned at Lin Mo.
"Unless absolutely necessary, I won't ask for your help. The path of cultivation is mine to walk, and it's only three minutes; I think I can win."
Lin Mo said expressionlessly.
"Alright, I admire your courage. If you can hold out for three minutes, I'll let you take Mu Ling." The voice of the long-haired, black-eyed man had hardly fallen when a shadow had already appeared before Lin Mo, delivering a punch that shattered space, causing twisted space cracks to appear.
