Zi Lin Ling moved rapidly, dodging the opponent's attacks while releasing her divine sense to lock onto the Stone tribesman.
Normally, locking onto the opponent with divine sense to find their weaknesses was the most common method.
However, when Zi Lin Ling's divine sense landed on the Stone tribesman, she found that he had no reaction whatsoever.
Huh?
This is... unable to perceive divine sense?
Could it be that their weakness is the inability to sense divine sense?
With this significant discovery, Zi Lin Ling was overjoyed.
As the saying goes, a blind cat stumbles upon a dead mouse; she never expected to have such good luck.
To be cautious, she tried several more times, finally confirming that the opponent indeed could not perceive divine sense.
At this, Zi Lin Ling's mood immediately relaxed considerably, and a plan for victory rapidly formed in her mind.
She feigned exhaustion of spiritual energy, her footsteps unsteady, and her face turned pale.
The leader's eyes lit up, knowing the time was right, and his fist descended upon Zi Lin Ling once more.
A hint of cunning flashed in Zi Lin Ling's eyes. Instead of retreating, she advanced, landing on the man's foot.
Then, she concentrated all her spiritual energy in front of her, blocking the immense force.
As the leader's fist landed and its power seeped into the ground, she lightly leaped and stood on the fist, which was as large as a basketball.
Seeing his attack miss, the leader instinctively tried to retract his fist to gather power again.
And as he retracted his fist, Zi Lin Ling was also pulled back with it.
By the time the leader realized it, it was too late.
Zi Lin Ling had already gathered her momentum. Seizing the opportunity, she leaped upward and landed on the leader's head.
The leader panicked, stretching out his arm and fist, and smashed towards the top of his own head, attempting to knock Zi Lin Ling off.
Of course, to avoid injuring his own head, the power contained in this punch was not great.
But even so, Zi Lin Ling felt the fierce whistling of the fist.
The leader used brute force, while Zi Lin Ling employed skillful tactics.
Zi Lin Ling, seeing the fist approach, slid her feet lightly, spread her legs slightly, lowered her center of gravity, and bent her knees into a sitting posture.
At the same time, a scalpel, carrying a sharp aura, was placed against the opponent's glabella, and she said coldly, "Stop!"
The leader's fist missed, and he felt the cold, dangerous sensation against his glabella.
He had a strong intuition that if she dared to make any rash moves, the knife would undoubtedly stab into his glabella without hesitation.
Alas, his body was made of stone, but his head was not.
And his glabella was his vital point. If Zi Lin Ling's scalpel pierced it, he would also die.
Having his glabella controlled meant he had lost.
Therefore, he had no choice but to stop. Although it was frustrating, there was nothing else he could do.
"If you kill me, you won't survive either!"
Zi Lin Ling smiled faintly and said, "You worry too much! If I didn't have some questions to ask you, you would have already turned into a pile of stones."
She was not exaggerating.
In fact, the moment she discovered he couldn't sense divine sense, she could have directly attacked his brain with soul techniques.
But she didn't.
Firstly, she had no enmity with him; it was, in the end, just a misunderstanding, and there was no need to take his life.
Secondly, she had not yet understood what this place called the Land of Exile was, so she needed him to tell her.
Seeing their leader subdued, the nearby Stone tribesmen grew anxious.
"Release the Young Chieftain!"
"Release the boss!"
"Release Shi Jian!"
That's right, the leader was the Young Chieftain of the Stone tribe – Shi Jian, the only son of their Chieftain.
The few of them rushed over, surrounding Zi Lin Ling and Shi Jian, but they dared not make a move.
After all, Zi Lin Ling's knife was pressed against their Young Chieftain's only weak point – his glabella.
With the slightest carelessness, Shi Jian could be sent to the netherworld.
Zi Lin Ling's smile remained, and she said, "It's not impossible to release him, but you have to answer my questions honestly."
"You can forget about knowing our Stone tribe's secrets!"
Shi Jian said with determination in his eyes.
Of course, he also used his gaze to signal the others to stop.
Zi Lin Ling removed the scalpel from Shi Jian's glabella, jumped off his shoulder, and walked to face them, saying, "I'm not interested in your Stone tribe's secrets!"
Shi Jian and the other Stone tribesmen were stunned, clearly not expecting Zi Lin Ling to let him go so easily.
"Don't think you can pry into our Stone tribe's secrets just because you let me go!" Shi Jian looked at Zi Lin Ling with slightly complicated eyes and said.
"Exactly, exactly!" The others echoed.
Zi Lin Ling said coldly, "I told you, I'm not interested in your Stone tribe's secrets!"
Shi Jian stared at her for a moment and asked, "Then what do you want to know?"
Zi Lin Ling said plainly, "Why is this place called the Land of Exile?"
Shi Jian answered without thinking, "Naturally, it's a place to exile sinners?"
This wasn't much of a secret anyway.
"Sinners? What kind of sinners?" Zi Lin Ling asked in surprise.
"Demons!" Shi Jian said without hesitation.
Zi Lin Ling frowned and asked, "Demons? The Demon race?"
Shi Jian said emphatically, "No!"
He paused and continued, "Demons are our gods, the evil thoughts they peeled from their own bodies. It has nothing to do with the Demon race!"
Zi Lin Ling asked curiously, "Your gods? Who are they?"
Shi Jian shook his head and said, "I don't know, and no one knows the god's name, except my father, who is also the chieftain of every generation."
Zi Lin Ling felt like she hadn't been this shocked in a long time.
Shi Jian answered so quickly because these were not considered secrets of their tribe.
"Then were your Stone tribe also exiled here?" Zi Lin Ling became even more curious.
Shi Jian shook his head and said, "Yes and no! Strictly speaking, we are the guardians here!"
Zi Lin Ling asked in confusion, "Guardians? Guarding what? Demons?"
What she couldn't understand was what needed guarding in this place that would cause such a powerful race as the Stone tribe to come and guard it.
She had a faint guess that what the Stone tribe guarded was probably not demons!
"Sorry, this is our Stone tribe's secret, I cannot tell you!"
As expected, Shi Jian refused.
But Zi Lin Ling smiled.
Because his refusal at this time confirmed her thoughts.
It seemed this Land of Exile was not as simple as it appeared.
"Alright! Then I'll ask another question. Where did the person holding the token go?"
Shi Jian hesitated for a moment, then finally answered, "To the place where demons are suppressed!"
"You didn't stop him?"
Shi Jian shook his head and said, "He holds the god's token, so he is naturally a person of the god. Since he is going to the place where demons are suppressed, he is naturally acting under the god's will!"
"You were afraid of my purpose here earlier, fearing I intended to release demons, why aren't you afraid of him doing so?"
"He won't!" Shi Jian said firmly, "He holds the god's token and will certainly not go against the god's will."