231 Shiming's Habit

Underground hall, beside the Transmission Formation, Lin Shiming was still frowning tightly, staring intently at the Transmission Formation.

Next to him, the Golden Winged Mantis and Lin Shizhong and Lin Shijin were also watching, but whenever they did, they couldn't help but glance at the Golden Winged Mantis, whose golden insect body was indeed eye-catching.

On the contrary, the Red-haired Demon Monkey kept flitting from left to right with the Crimson Flame Rod in hand and around Profound Spirit Mountain, utterly restless.

It couldn't calm down at all.

As time dripped away, the sense of tension grew thicker and heavier.

With the rise of a dazzling white light, the trio's focus sharpened to the extreme.

Lin Shiming's Spirit Art was already half-conjured.

The moment he sensed even the slightest irregularity, he would immediately destroy the Transmission Formation.