"Hmm?"
The Ghost Practitioner saw Lin Yun approaching him voluntarily and was slightly startled.
Its intelligence didn't immediately grasp the purpose behind Lin Yun's active advance; after all, it was only logical for this human to continue running forward, delaying their encounter for as long as possible!
However, it didn't ponder long. If the opponent was coming at it openly, it would just kill the opponent. Even though it suspected the opponent's strength wasn't weak, there were dozens of comrades here—did it really need to fear the opponent?
"Little Blood! The moment of life and death has come. If you don't exert yourself now, I fear there won't be another chance!" Lin Yun, moving quickly forward, had a trace of brilliance flash through his eyes as he spoke sternly.
He judged that Little Blood's intelligence wasn't high. This was an opportunity to increase his own chances of survival, and also a chance to test Little Blood...
