"No." Lu Xiaotian's phantom shook its head directly. It was indeed possible to restore Jin Tong to eighty percent of his combat strength in a short time, but Jin Tong had been injured after going berserk, and his origin had already been shaken. Taking this kind of pill afterward would amount to sacrificing Jin Tong's potential.
Lu Xiaotian had placed considerable hope in Jin Tong. His cultivation should not stop here. A berserk dragon with a Primordial Spirit body—even if he was already an expert among those in the same realm—would be wasting his bloodline talent if he could not advance into the ranks of Dragon Lords.
Even though their current situation was extremely difficult and the circumstances were unclear, Lu Xiaotian did not want to sacrifice Jin Tong's potential prematurely.
"Dragon Lord, when can the barrier seal be completely opened?" After looking disappointed, Jin Tong asked the most important question.
Although he had already received an answer from Lu Xiaotian before—that it might take two hundred years—the immortal army's attacks had been far more violent than imagined, and the Nine-Tune Encampment, their most important line of defense, would not be able to hold out for long.
Even the Jin Clan's dragon race had suffered heavy casualties. Jin Tong was worried that, if this continued, the Jin Clan's dragon race would be completely buried in the successive battles.
The Jin Clan's dragon race did not fear fighting to the death, but as long as there was the slightest possibility, Jin Tong wanted to preserve some of their bloodline so that it could continue.
"I don't know either. We'll have to leave it to fate." Lu Xiaotian replied flatly.
He truly had no confidence that he could completely open the barrier seal before the defensive line collapsed. Xiang Qingcheng and Kong