Even though Li Mu was smiling, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and now it's gone with just a word from Chen Xuan!
What?
This was all Li Mu's scheme!
The Stonemason suddenly became furious and shouted, "Ancestor!", simultaneously retreating rapidly to widen his distance from him.
Li Mu was a master above the Eighth Layer of the Dao Realm, and the Stone Race's sea of consciousness was inherently weak; with a single stroke of his Spiritual Power, he could explode it.
"Lin'er, run!"
Even at this moment, he did not forget to remind Shi Lin.
"Sigh!"
Li Mu sighed, sometimes even feeling pity for these Stone Race people, as if their brains had evolved incorrectly.
Wasn't it obvious enough?
Even Chen Xuan could only shake his head helplessly.
"Fool! She's not Shi Lin!"
The Great Ancestor in midair wished he could strangle him to death—was he really that dense?
"You two hold on; I'm going to kill Li Mu!"
