The cultivator's eyes were filled with sorrow at this moment.
Then, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the white-robed cultivator, shouting with all his might:
"Boss, run..."
"His Divine Sense is at least at the Golden Core Late Stage, you're no match for him..."
The contact with Lin Jing had informed the cultivator that his boss stood no chance against Lin Jing, prompting him to urgently warn his superior.
At the same time, he braced for certain death and charged at Lin Jing again.
As the cultivator rushed forward, the white-robed cultivator called out in grief and indignation:
"Big Pudge..."
However, after shouting once, the white-robed cultivator did not charge forward but instead turned around and fled toward the sea.
And it wasn't just the white-robed cultivator.
The stern-looking youth named Qi Yao had also realized something was amiss and escaped in terror even faster than the white-robed cultivator.