Seeing the Dragon Man surrounded, he was utterly incapable of splitting his attention.

Xin Lin sighed with relief.

She took three steps in two strides, running toward the Yin Yang Road behind her.

"Shi Fei, run quickly."

She reached out her hand and extended it into the Yin Yang Road.

A hand was pulled by her with precision.

A string of seven-colored Buddhist beads was wrapped around that hand.

There was no doubt those seven-colored Buddhist beads were the ones Xin Lin had given to Shi Fei.

Xin Lin knew the Dragon Man was hard to deal with.

Escaping from under his nose was no less than climbing a mountain.

Before she successfully entangled the Dragon King, she let Shi Fei rush into the Yin Yang Road.

What she had just handed to Shi Fei was that string of seven-colored Buddhist beads.

The seven-colored Buddhist beads were a treasure of the Taichang Temple and could generate auspicious energy.

Even though the Water Luck was absorbed by her, the seven-colored Buddhist beads themselves were still a treasure, providing some protective power, capable of turning calamity into fortune.

Xin Lin had Shi Fei hide in the Yin Yang Road, instructing her to emerge as soon as she freed herself, and if lucky, perhaps she could find Monk Fengxi.

But just as Xin Lin grasped Shi Fei’s hand, she heard an enraged roar behind her.

The roar was deafening, and Xin Lin felt her eardrums resonate with a series of hums.

She looked back and witnessed an astonishing scene.

The Dragon Man was entangled by a large number of Yin Sha. Seeing Xin Lin escape, he was both angry and anxious, unwilling to let his hostage flee.

His snowy white armor rapidly turned black; in the blink of an eye, the armor resembling that of an Ice Horned Dragon became as if drenched in ink.

He roared furiously, forcing the Yin Sha back several steps.

But soon, the Yin Sha gathered around again.

The Dragon Man grabbed a Yin Sha, opened his mouth, and bit down.

With a ripping sound, the Yin Sha was torn in half and swallowed whole by the Dragon Man.

The Dragon Man, grasping one in each hand, moved incredibly fast, swallowing all the Yin Sha into his stomach.

Soon, his belly became round as a ball, but his body also continuously expanded.

With a single step forward, he leaped hundreds of meters, instantly appearing before Xin Lin.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

In the Dragon Man’s eyes, a flash of bloody light passed.

His Dragon Claw, which had torn apart many Yin Sha, slashed toward Xin Lin’s throat.

Xin Lin was shocked and instinctively intended to use the Ghost Escape Technique.

But just then, the hand of Shi Fei clasped in hers suddenly exerted a force.

Shi Fei gave Xin Lin a fierce tug.

Xin Lin felt that Shi Fei’s strength was astonishingly great.

Her vision blurred, and the Dragon Man had vanished.

Instead, losing her balance, she fell into the Yin Yang Road.

Shi Fei!

Xin Lin watched as Shi Fei stood in front of her.

Her hand still tightly clasped Xin Lin’s right hand.

The Dragon Man’s sharp Dragon Claw was about to slice open her throat.

"Amitabha."

Yet from the front, Shi Fei suddenly uttered a Buddhist chant, her white-clad back as immovable as a mountain.

Both Xin Lin and the Dragon Man were taken aback at hearing it.

Standing before Xin Lin was a broad-shouldered, tall man.

The white kasaya and the string of dazzling, rainbow-emitting Treasure Light on his wrist.

The Treasure Light shone upon the man’s face, whose features were as handsome as jade, his gaze cold, his hands quickly forming a seal.

The seven-colored Treasure Light transformed into a Treasure Seal, striking toward the Dragon Man.

Only then did the Dragon Man realize that guarding Xin Lin was not Shi Fei at all, but clearly Monk Fengxi of the Taichang Temple.