Chapter 877 Homeless Dog_3

"Lin Yun! True Martial!"

Having narrowly escaped from the clutches of those Peak Saint Lords, the Langya Saint Lord, upon emerging from the dense grey fog, had flitted about in constant teleportation like a headless fly. He had just teleported to this place when he felt a powerful aura rising, which startled him.

Soon, he laid eyes on Lin Yun and the True Martial Saint Lord and couldn't help but speak out with a complex expression on his face.

Just moments ago, he was locked in a life-and-death struggle with Lin Yun and the True Martial Saint Lord, even going so far as to use various means to enrage Lin Yun for fear that he might escape. But in just an instant, he, Lin Yun, and the True Martial Saint Lord had become nothing more than homeless dogs, fleeing in utter disarray.

Indeed, "homeless dogs" was an apt description for them.