"No, he's coming. We must find a way to speed up the construction of the Spatial Spirit Spring Formation or intercept that guy."
Lin Chen's face was pale at this moment, for he could feel that Wuse of the Dark Demon Race was just outside the grand hall.
"You continue to construct the Formation. Leave him to me to deal with."
The Dragon Fang Instrument Spirit, sitting atop the Dragon Fang Dagger, flew out from between Lin Chen's brows, now with a solemn face far from his usual playful demeanor, staring intently at the stone door of the grand hall.
Dragon Fang had not expected that the speed of constructing the Spatial Spirit Spring teleportation channel would be so closely related to a Martial Artist's Cultivation, moving forward so slowly.
At this moment, it, too, sensed Wuse's arrival.
With its current power, it would not be an easy task to deal with Wuse, so it was planning to use its most formidable strength.
