Hunchback Meng’s face was gloomy and showed uncertainty. He let out a cold snort and his right hand grabbed toward Wang Lin even faster.
Wang Lin wore a steely expression. He didn’t move an inch. He had already set up traps here ahead of time. If anyone tries to catch him, the nearby rift would quickly tear open and bring him away from this place. After all, they were in the Ancient God’s body, and no one was more familiar with this place than him.
His eyes were calm. If Meng made a move and none of the other demonic cultivators intervened, his prediction was wrong. They don’t care if the soul devourer was dead or alive.
The moment Hunchback Meng’s hand was about to catch Wang Lin, a cold voice suddenly resounded
“Stop!”
The moment the voice was heard, Hunchback Meng felt like he was being held by an invisible hand and was thrown back. He stopped after spitting out a few mouthfuls of black blood, then kneeled on the ground. There wasn’t any resentment in his face. He respectfully said, “Greetings Lord Duo Mu.”
Meanwhile, all the other demonic cultivators kneeled down.
The middle aged man that had destroyed Sky Devil Magician’s plan appeared before Wang Lin, staring at him with a cold expression.
Wang Lin’s expression was calm as he replied.
“You really are a soul devourer. Very good, follow me!” After the middle aged man finished speaking, he waved his hand in the void and a rift hundreds of feet wide appeared in the sky.