Lin Heng watched the three of them huddle together, looking all mysterious.
He was utterly puzzled.
How come he just couldn't see that Lady Yi's gift was meant to invite them to meet in private?
Forget it. It was best to meddle less in matters between women.
Last time he watched the excitement, he got caught in the crossfire and was sent flying outright.
"I wonder how things are going with Uncle Prison and Saint Ye. There still hasn't been any battle report. It's really worrying!"
"Being the alliance leader isn't easy!"
In the latter half of the day, deep within the Western Wasteland, matters had already reached the critical moment.
Dugu Feng, Martial Man, and everyone from Star God Temple had arrived at Sand Dune Earthen City one step ahead.
The dry, parched environment was abnormally scorching, making Saint Ye, who was a human lotus root, feel exceptionally uncomfortable.
Martial Man rushed over in a fluster, still holding a huge broken iron spike in his hand, and said helplessly, "No good. I say, what kind of formation is this human lotus root of yours setting up?"
"Even five hundred catties of condensed star iron snapped. What else can serve as the formation base?"
"Exactly. Star iron and adamantine have both already been used. There's no way we can find something harder than this in a short time." Dugu Feng looked at the human lotus root before him, appearing utterly speechless.
That brat had told them to follow this human lotus root's arrangements and set up a trapping formation. Nearly a whole day had passed, yet they still hadn't seen anything take shape.
Instead, he had been run ragged in complete confusion.
"If it still won't work, then grab that brat over here. His body's pretty tough. He should