187. The True Form of the Dawn Goddess?

The whip had thorns and barbs, and when Lin Da forcefully moved forward, the barbs pierced through his clothes and into his skin.

Each painful sting was like a slap waking someone from slumber, snapping Lin Da's consciousness awake.

Lin Da shuddered and suddenly came to his senses.

"Kafni, Monica?"

The first thing he did was look around, searching for his teammates.

Since Kafni was a deity herself, she had high resistance to spiritual attacks and stood her ground, though pain was evident on her face. Kafni was alright herself but had no extra strength to aid others.

Lin Da looked to the front side and was shocked.

Monica, trembling like a marionette, was already at the edge of the pool.

With half a foot hanging in the air, she was about to fall in!

The pool boiled again.

The thing beneath seemed very excited, ready to devour Monica as a new sacrifice.

"Go!"

In the nick of time, Lin Da unleashed his Dark Whip.

Crack!