Zhi Lin's goal was simple. He would wait for Lu Ming to capture the esoteric flesh and blood before taking action.
If he attacked first, he would definitely alert the flesh and blood of the profound meaning and let it escape. Lu Ming would attack after he caught the flesh and blood of the profound meaning, killing two birds with one stone.
How could Lu Ming not know what Zhi Lin was thinking? But he didn't care.
"If you want me to get the power Upanishad flesh first, I'll do as you wish."
A faint smile appeared on Lu Ming's face. He continued to maintain his stance of dispersing the profound meaning. His body was like a rock, motionless, attracting the flesh and blood of the profound meaning.
The piece of profound flesh was cautious enough. After pacing back and forth for a long time, it finally mustered up its courage and approached Lu Ming. A strong suction force was produced on the flesh, trying to attract the profound meaning that Lu Ming had scattered outside.