Wu Tianlin held Shao Zhongguang fast in his grasp.
He had lost a grandson on this trip, but capturing the infamous Blood Robe would more than make up for the loss.
The Cultivation Technique this Blood Robe practiced was also incredibly strange; he had nearly escaped even when surrounded by three Golden Core demons.
His various Magic could even breach the defenses of a Golden Core Great Demon like him, who was renowned for his physical resilience. Though the attacks were superficial and caused no real harm, it was still impressive.
Magic from an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator couldn't even scratch him, even if he stood still and let them attack.
'If I can torture the secrets of this Cultivation Technique out of him, it would be an even greater accomplishment.'
Just as Wu Tianlin was dreaming of his future glory, the expressions of both Lan Jintao and the black-robed figure changed drastically.
