And an old yet robust figure squeezed out, his thick arms forcibly stretching out.
"Quick, over here!"
The old man's hair was disheveled, his eyes wide open in fury, bellowing like a lion.
Lin Yan did not hesitate for a moment and had crossed the remaining forty or fifty steps in a single breath.
Only when he got close did he realize that the Great Commander Zhao Zhou's palms were starting to merge with the flesh of the Great Year Beast.
Endless agony washed over him, making the old man let out a mournful, furious roar, "I can't hold on any longer! Crawl through from under my ribs!"
Lin Yan was about to take this escape route and save the Great Commander Zhao Zhou, but suddenly felt the divine light behind him abruptly vanish.
He turned around, his pupils suddenly contracting!
The outer layer of Liu Venerate's roots had been covered with the flesh of the Great Year Beast, constantly writhing.
In an instant, it transformed into the Great Year Beast's tentacle!