It has to be said that Wang Lin’s divine sense was at the level of late stage Soul Formation cultivator’s, so if even he was unable to see through it, then it was very unlikely for anyone in a rank 4 cultivation country to see through it.
Wang Lin took a deep breath. He slowly backed up and returned to the surface. He raised his head to look at the sky, then pondered a little before slapping his bag of holding and taking out a voice transmission jade.
This was what Zhou Wutai had left with him many years ago. He left a few messages in the jade before throwing it and watching it disappear.
At the same time, his expression suddenly changed as he noticed a huge fire in the sky. A giant barbarian had been burnt to ashes by a flame.
Although the giant was dead, the fire didn’t stop; it charged at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin’s eyes lit up and his body backed up. His hand formed a seal and a pillar of water appeared before him to block the flame.
He took this moment and teleported to more than 2000 feet away. His teleportation distance was much further than before.
The water pillar only blocked the fire for a moment before turning into white mist. The flame circled around the area once before flying toward the White Cloud Sect.
Wang Lin was reluctant to make himself known right now, so he didn’t extinguish the flame and merely ran away. Before all of the Soul Formation cultivators from both side moved, Wang Lin wouldn’t act.