As he spoke, Lin Qiye sensed his surroundings.
The regular sculptures were firmly rooted in the Black Fog Swamp, unable to be moved by external forces.
But the Gold Practitioners that had just become a sculpture had yet to take root.
Hence, Lin Qiye swept out a lightning dragon and moved a new sculpture.
The sculpture's green eyes stared at the neck-twisting demon.
The neck-twisting demon seemed to have been thrown into a swamp instantly.
Its movements were sluggish.
It let out a venomous scream and glared at Lin Qiye with its gloomy eyes.
Lin Qiye remained unmoved.
He walked quickly to Song Shu, Jiang Qingxue, Jiang Nian, and the others.
Seeing Lin Qiye swagger past the neck-twisting demon with his back facing it, everyone's hair stood on end.
"Be careful, Lin Qiye. Thanks to us keeping an eye on it, this demon didn't break your neck. If you act rashly next time, you won't live to see Star City."
