"So it was you?!"
The Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch was visibly shocked. It seemed to recall something, and its gaze kept shifting between the Black Bear Spirit and Lin Heng, the more it looked, the more familiar the Daoist's figure appeared.
Suddenly, it exclaimed with hindsight:
"You're the 'monk' from before who threw out Fa Hai's Golden Body?"
Lin Heng remained silent, but the Black Bear Spirit exclaimed in surprise:
"Wow, you actually guessed it?"
It sincerely gave the Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch a thumbs-up; this fiend had some brains.
"So, you deliberately put on a show to make us fight over Fa Hai's Golden Body..."
The Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch was keenly aware, realizing now that its group was provoked.
This realization made its expression as ugly as if it had swallowed a dead rat.
Lin Heng smiled lightly, "Too bad you realized it now, a bit late."
Upon hearing this, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch's eyes almost seemed to spit fire.
