Fang Lin was completely stunned. Had the fat meat that was right in his mouth just slipped away?
"What a shock, huh? Got cocky, didn't you, kid? Now your guy has run off," the Old Dried Corpse's voice reveled in schadenfreude.
Fang Lin was helpless, he couldn't have imagined that Juechen would just run away right in front of his eyes.
This was the Supreme Saint Hall, his territory, and moreover, Juechen had been eroded by the Demonic Qi and couldn't move at all.
"It can actually work?" Fang Lin said, forcing a smile and shaking his head repeatedly.
"That blade of his is no simple thing. It's not even restricted by this Supreme Saint Hall. You should have suppressed that blade first," said the Old Dried Corpse.
Fang Lin replied irritably, "Why didn't you say that earlier? What's the point of saying it now that he has run away?"
The Old Dried Corpse snorted, "Do I need to remind you of this? You're the one who's dim-witted. If he's run, it's your own fault for being careless."