"As long as I'm here, I'm indestructible. No matter how many times you use that spear to kill me, you cannot truly destroy me!" The voice of the woman in the white robe rang out once again, sounding like a nightmare; it made Fang Lin's scalp tingle.
"Damn it, there's no other way!" Fang Lin cursed, watching as the woman in the white robe gradually took shape again. If she were fully formed, he'd be done for.
The thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng was scared out of its wits and wanted to escape, leaving Fang Lin behind. However, before it could make a move, Fang Lin grabbed it.
"What are you doing? I don't want to die with you! Let me go!" The Corpse Ginseng screamed, believing that Fang Lin wanted it to act as a scapegoat.
Fang Lin chuckled, showing no worry on his face. He calmly stashed his spear into his bag, then pulled out something.
It was a lotus pedestal, beautiful and splendid, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Just a glance at it made one feel delighted.
