"Why aren't you helping him?!"
Staring at that aberration drawing ever closer to Lin Chen, Chen Lin in the distance also saw this strange scene. He shouted, voice booming in fury, at Zheng He.
"What the fuck do you know?!"
Zheng He barked, forcing his Spiritual Energy, extremely irritable; even toward Chen Lin, Zheng He didn't show the slightest mercy.
His temper was like this to begin with, and the fact that he was powerless against this aberration only made him even more enraged.
Zheng He's steps didn't slow. A few steps merged into one, his figure like a ghost gliding over the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. In that swirling sand, Zheng He charged toward the ritualists, seething with anger.
