Master Ling Yi was already drenched at this point, his thin cheeks had turned from pale to flushed, and the cold wind that assaulted him almost froze his clothes solid.
Deputy General Bao had begun to sense that something was terribly amiss, watching as disciple after disciple of Qiandao Temple was replaced, the number of available substitutes rapidly dwindling. The soldiers under the command of his fellow deputy general could barely stand anymore.
"Master Ling Yi, the method I mentioned—" the soldier looked anxiously at the increasingly ferocious monsters within the formation, fearing it would be too late if they delayed any longer.
Master Ling Yi glanced at the fallen brothers behind him, sparse in number. Although unclear whether the method mentioned by the other party would work or not, he seemed to have little choice left. Master Ling Yi could only nod his head.
