Lin Bai took several Sound Transmission Talismans from Yan Guang's Storage Bag and tossed them to him. "I'll give you a chance now. Use these Sound Transmission Talismans to call for help. If someone gets you out of this street within three hours, I'll spare your life!"
"Really?" Yan Guang's face lit up with wild joy, and he became incredibly agitated.
The Sixteen Immortal Docks was packed with experts. As long as Yan Guang gave the order, countless powerful cultivators would rush over to save him.
Even if Dao Realm experts were no match for Lin Bai, the Sixteen Immortal Docks still had plenty of experts at the Dao Venerable level. Yan Guang refused to believe that Lin Bai could truly become invincible under the heavens with only Quasi-Dao Realm cultivation. If Dao Realm experts were no match for him, could Dao Venerables still be unable to deal with him?
Lin Bai smiled. "Of course. You can call for help now."
After saying this, Lin Bai leaped up and landed on a nearby rooftop, watching the smoke signals rising all over Mooring Moon Bay and listening to the sounds of battle coming from the distance.
Badly wounded, Yan Guang gripped a Sound Transmission Talisman with a trembling, quivering hand. A hopeful, excited smile spread across his lips. After carefully choosing one, he selected Fourth Uncle Yan's Sound Transmission Talisman and immediately said, "Fourth Uncle, come save me! Come save me!"
In front of North Moon Pavilion, Fourth Uncle Yan's aged face was grave as he watched the countless martial artists stubbornly resisting atop North Moon Pavilion. For a moment, he was plagued by a splitting headache.
They had been attacking fiercely for several hours, yet the martial artists inside Mooring Moon Bay were relying on the formations within North Moon