'I wasn't afraid you'd never come—only that you wouldn't dare.'
Seeing the Earth Dark Sect cultivators follow him into the shoals, Zhao Lin couldn't help but rejoice inwardly.
He knew he couldn't possibly defeat and kill three late-stage Qi Refining cultivators in a one-on-three fight. But with the help of his sect's traps, it was a different story.
Kuimu Beach had a total of eight traps, two in each of the four cardinal directions. The one closest to Zhao Lin was to the northeast, hidden beneath a large reef.
A trap could be considered a simplified Array with a single function. It was set with only one offensive Magic, which would be unleashed the moment it was triggered.
A few minutes later, Qingchi, Furukawa Yu, and Changze had closed the distance to just over forty zhang behind Zhao Lin, close enough to detect him with their Divine Sense.
"We've caught up!"
Changze shouted excitedly, then chuckled. "Nowhere left to run, are you?"
"Stay close, and watch out for traps!"
