"Kid Luo, you miscalculated."
Watching the Western Wasteland Army launch a massive assault on the Sharp Light Sect, Silver Fairy spoke without any visible emotion.
"Song Ming's backup plan was indeed somewhat beyond Luo's expectations, but I still have a chance."
Luo Hong's original plan had been to strike suddenly when Song Ming was dealing with the Sharp Light Sect's reserves, killing him with a smooth chain of attacks to test whether he could now act in the lower realm.
But what Luo Hong had not expected was that Song Ming had not confronted the Golden Sword head-on at all. He had simply run.
As a result, his original calculations had come to nothing.
However, there would be no avoiding a great battle at the Sharp Light Palace, and when Song Ming neared success, he would surely lower his guard somewhat. Thus, this trip had not been a failure yet.
"This Fairy doesn't understand. When his divine ability was restrained by the Thunder Dragon Golden Lock just now, wasn't that the best opportunity? Why did you hold yourself back instead of acting?"
Silver Fairy asked in great confusion.
In his view, if Luo Hong had acted then, he definitely could have killed Song Ming in one stroke!
"No, that was precisely when Song Ming was most vigilant!
"After all, even someone with little strategic sense could not possibly entrust his life entirely to another person—especially when that person was a foreign race he had always looked down upon!
"So, when the Nether Serpent was bound, Song Ming surely had another backup plan that could free him and save his life.
"It was only that this backup plan likely carried considerable risks. Once used, it would not only likely leave him severely injured, but might even cause him to lose this