C1039 The Formation

*Swish!*

Chu Lin, undeterred by the sharp spikes piercing his body, reached out and snapped them off, his figure rapidly approaching the base of the flower bud.

"You..."

But as Chu Lin drew near, Qu Feiming's voice quivered slightly, utterly taken aback that Chu Lin had pinpointed his location with such precision.

"So what if you've found me? Can you shatter my defenses?" Qu Feiming sneered