"Why is even City Lord He listening to this kid?"
"What's going on?"
Within the Human Race Camp, Yan Yu Tian and the other two stepped out of their tents. Seeing the battle unfold in the starry sky, all three wore expressions of utter disbelief.
So many Nascent Soul Cultivators were actually following Zhou Ling's commands.
They were launching an attack on the Eight Desolations Blood Fiend Formation.
"Could this kid be a Fifth-Tier Formation Master too?"
Yan Yu Tian swallowed, equally full of confusion.
Having stayed in Monday Immortal City for several months, he naturally understood the importance of this battle.
This battle did not merely concern the survival of Monday Immortal City. Should they lose, even the entire Sword Qi Great Wall might be breached by the Star Sea Foreign Race.
Then the Dao Alliance would be in danger.
Yet such a critical battle was being entrusted to Zhou Ling, a mere Golden Core Cultivator, to direct.
It was truly hard to believe.
But now, he had indeed seen it with his own eyes.
Moreover, he had remained on the battlefield all this time and knew that Zhou Ling had arrived at Monday Immortal City only within the past couple of days.
Yet he had won the trust of City Lord He and the other Nascent Soul Cultivators so quickly.
What gave this kid the right?
Yan Yu Tian gritted his teeth, his face full of incomprehension.
Within the Dao Alliance, he had been the undisputed number one prodigy.
It was only because of Zhou Ling's appearance that his first-place position had been taken from him.
Yet he had always believed that reclaiming it was merely a matter of time.
But at this moment, a sense of defeat rose within him.
Just Zhou Ling's ability to make so