Even with Bu Wen's experience, he could vaguely guess what might happen after Bu Yan and Yun Tian had spent thousands of years in the real Ancient Battlefield. He was quite worried and took this mission very seriously, determined to carry it out perfectly, so he asked Ling Tian what they needed to keep in mind.
"Martial Ancestor Uncle, you'll undoubtedly face the greatest pressure at the start. Don't hold back your energy; give it everything you've got," Ling Tian instructed. Then he turned to Shangguan Longyin and the others. "Once Martial Ancestor Uncle and the others have carved out enough space, experts of Sect Master Shangguan and Senior Xing Ao's caliber can join the fight. Your task is to lead your disciples in helping Martial Ancestor Uncle and the others hold back the fiendish soldiers, taking over for anyone who gets injured or runs low on spiritual energy."
"Good. No problem." Shangguan Longyin, Xing Ao, and the others nodded one after another.
"Ling Tian, what are we supposed to do?" Hu Yao asked, puzzled, after seeing Ling Tian assign everyone a task. When she noticed his helpless expression, she immediately understood what he meant. "Hmph. You think our cultivation is too low, don't you? Are you planning to keep us out of Little Shiniang's Small World?"
"Sister Yao, those of us below the Tribulation Crossing Stage have a task too." Ling Tian tried to think of how to put it. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he pointed toward the outer battlefield. "There are still quite a few fiendish soldiers left in the outer reaches of the Ancient Battlefield. Our temporary task is to kill them. Also, we can work with Aunt Linglong to set up formations and refine the deathly aura inside the Ancient Battlefield."
"Brother Ling Tian,