Ning Daoran's eyes roved the battlefield, feeling a pang of bitterness in his heart. What a setup by Long Zhuojun, who intended to completely eradicate him and Lin Man's group with such an extensive array.
A Late-stage Baodan, a Late-stage Golden Core, a Mid-tier Catfish Demon, a Golden Core Early Stage Han Chan, plus over a hundred Robbery cultivators of the Heaven Punishment Alliance—such an exaggerated lineup would certainly be overkill against Lin Man's ship if not for the unexpected factor of himself.
"Old Lu."
He quietly transmitted his voice: "You take care of that Golden Core Late Stage old fogey. I'll send a few Class A Paperfolk to assist you. Little Blackie, you handle the Catfish Demon beneath the water. Little Bai, you stay on deck and ensure the safety of Talisman Master Lin. All of you, just stall them until I can deal with Long Zhuojun and come to assist."
"Yoyo~~"
