The Dao Should Be Like This

"You?" Cang Song looked at Wang Lin, and the madness in his eyes gradually disappeared. He thought, "This person's body is indeed strange. He was able to resist the dragon. Perhaps he can really break this formation with his body."

"Alright, then I'll leave it to Fellow Daoist Lu," Cang Song said, cupping his fists as his expression returned to normal.

The old man named Pang sneered inwardly. Even Cang Song, with the Divine Demon Armor, could only take nine steps, so how many steps could this person named Lu take?

Wang Lin looked at the mountain rock. He originally wouldn't have stepped forward, but the madness in Cang Song's eyes compelled him. Although the place was dangerous, its ability to attract Cang Song's interest meant there was a significant reason behind it.

If they couldn't enter, then Cang Song wouldn't let them leave. Although Wang Lin had already prepared for this, he was indifferent. He wanted to know what could make Cang Song act so desperately.