But in fact, no matter how these people lie, Tian Lin would never give up.
At this moment, although he was almost in a desperate situation, how could the danger and despair of Taiping Village compare to his past experiences at the Immortal Sinking Pond?
"Senior Brother Feng, there's no need to bother Senior Brother Zhou for help. If you're free, just throw a few talisman papers for me outside, or a few fireballs would do as well."
At this moment, Tian Lin had seven Droughts on his back, and his whole body below the neck was buried in the ground, looking extremely miserable.
It was fortunate that he had a sturdy body, thanks to the entries he possessed, and his Corpse Carrying Skill had reached the level of Intermediate Divine Power.
Otherwise, with his cultivation, he could by no means withstand the pressure of so many Droughts, nor could he endure the constant influx of Corpse Qi from the seven Droughts into him.
