Through Ling Tian's deductions and Mo Wu's explanation, everyone had become increasingly convinced that the real Ancient Battlefield was inside the Heaven-Devouring Wolf's inner space. They also believed that the damage to the space had drawn so many Nether Soldiers. Some of the older cultivators couldn't help looking at Ling Tian in a new light, praising the young cultivator's keen strategic mind.
"So, what we need to do is enter the seal of the Ancient Battlefield and repair the damaged space." Zi Ling spoke, glancing at Ling Tian. "Tian'er, do you have any good tactics? Don't be modest. I know you're good at planning."
At that, although Shangguan Longyin and the others didn't want to admit it, they knew Ling Tian was capable, so they said nothing.
"Grandpa Zi Yun, seniors, I don't really have any particularly good tactics. After all, we still don't know what happened in the real Ancient Battlefield." Ling Tian was exceedingly humble. After a brief pause, he continued, "But I think the first thing we should do is refine all the death energy in the outer Ancient Battlefield. That death energy must be part of a huge conspiracy, and it must have some special purpose."
"I've heard that death energy is especially effective against Life Qi. I think this death energy is targeting the vast vitality within the dead Heaven-Devouring Wolf," Mo Wu suddenly said. Then he praised Ling Tian, "Little brother, that's a good plan. Go on—what should we do next?"
After a moment's thought, Zi Yun, Mo Wen, and the others nodded in agreement with Ling Tian's plan.
Seeing this, Ling Tian smiled slightly and continued, "I think we should now divide our forces into three groups. Grandpa Zi Yun, you and the others are highly skilled. You should find the entrance to