Everyone had seen what Little White could do. As long as there were enough bones, he could do many things, and having him along would undoubtedly make things much safer for Ling Tian. But there was only one Little White, and the Immortal Realm's main force needed him more, so he couldn't accompany them.
Ling Tian didn't mind. Once they infiltrated the Profound Realm, they wouldn't fight the enemy head-on. They would wage guerrilla warfare and cause trouble, so going without Little White wouldn't be a serious problem.
After that, no one said anything more. They focused intently on the far end of the passage, because the battle between the realms was about to begin.
As the Natural Barrier faded, they gradually made out figures and sensed the auras they gave off.
"Ling Tian, I can't sense the aura of any god-level experts yet." Po Qiong's voice sounded in Ling Tian's mind. Before Ling Tian could reply, he continued, "But their side has far more cultivators than yours, and many more experts as well. They have five or six thousand Heavenly Lord-level experts alone, and that's only the ones who have revealed themselves. There are probably even more if you count those in hiding."
Wen Yan, Ling Tian's expression remained unchanged. He had known all along that the Profound Realm had the advantage in expert numbers—and an overwhelming advantage at that. Thinking of something, he asked, "How many Near-God experts do they have?"
"A lot as well. Not twice as many as you, but still far more." Po Qiong replied, then sighed a little. "But don't worry. The Natal Dan Artifacts inside most of them aren't as high-grade as yours. Their bows and arrows in particular fall far short of yours. That's your greatest advantage."
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