How could he deal with a legion-level opponent of the sixth rank?
He couldn't go up himself.
Seek help?
The Honored Master might have foreseen this, but now it was definitely too late.
Feng Huai? Just as distant waters cannot quench a nearby fire.
Narrowing his eyes, Lin Xin's brain was quickly filled with a plethora of strategies, and his gaze gradually settled on the small yellowish-brown sphere he was holding in his hand.
"It seems the key still relies on this."
He pondered thoughtfully.
He was currently standing at the entrance of the Taoist Palace, occasionally seeing groups of small dwarves running around, checking the firmness of the defensive points around them.
The stone roof above was quickly thickened by another significant layer, which made the light inside the Taoist Palace even dimmer, but it was still preferable to being breached.
"Come here," Lin Xin suddenly commanded.
A small group of about a dozen Mountain Spirits quickly gathered.
"Greetings, master!"
