Caught in the split-second jaws of life and death, Lin Yu faced the Guardian Beast's massive claws, which lunged at him again with the force to shatter the earth. His heart leaped straight into his throat. In a flash, hardening his heart, he made a desperate gamble. Using the meager push-back from the sheer cliff wall, he executed a razor-thin, unimaginable sideways roll. The razor-sharp claws brushed right past his clothes with a piercing, ghost-like howl, as if the Grim Reaper were ruthlessly whistling past his ear. Meanwhile, back on the swaying iron chains, Zhao Hu and Su Yao were locked in a fierce and stubborn battle against a torrential storm of arrows. Their Spiritual Power was draining away like a breached dike under the intense strain, yet a steady Flame of unyielding determination still burned in their eyes as they gritted their teeth and held on for dear life.
Lin Yu knew all too well that time was life itself to them; every single second was infinitely precious and allowed for not the slightest delay. Spotting the Guardian Beast's brief opening after its attack, he sprang forward like an agile cheetah toward the protruding stones. Just as his hand was a mere fraction of an inch from the stones—almost touching them—the seemingly sentient Guardian Beast sharply sensed his intent. It let out an angry, warning roar that rolled like thunder, echoing wildly through the narrow, gloomy canyon and making everyone's eardrums ache, as if the whole world were trembling at t…
Chapter 97