Time slowly slipped by.
Chen Lin stood atop the city wall, watching the mangled corpses and severed limbs outside without a ripple of emotion.
The Saint Clan had launched three assaults. Both sides had suffered countless casualties, yet they had never managed to drive back the army of strange beasts. Instead, the Space-Time Void overhead had grown increasingly stable, and the Night King's aura increasingly powerful.
His descent was now inevitable.
However, Chen Lin had also made his decision. He was merely waiting for the right moment. The instant the Night King descended, he would carry out his plan. Whether it would succeed depended on the accuracy of his deductions and whether his talent ability would work.
"Fellow Daoist Chen."
The Holy Lord approached Chen Lin.
"Have you reached a decision? The Twenty-Four Nights gambling match is about to end, but our Saint Clan's crisis will not. We need an answer from you."
"Otherwise..."
"We can only activate the Truth-Restoring Brush immediately and resurrect the Shadow Scholar through reincarnation."
Chen Lin remained expressionless.
"The outcome is still undecided. Why are you in such a hurry, Holy Lord? Are you certain we cannot repel the strange beasts? There is still a full day and night before the gambling match ends. There is no need to resort immediately to a method that will leave both sides ruined."
"Hmph."
The Grey-Robed Elder beside them snorted.
"Chen, we are all cultivators who have cultivated for countless years. Are you really so naive as to think we would fall for your trick? The Night King is the Controller of the Night. His rule power is no weaker than that of the Wealth and Honor Casino. Daytime transformed into night still counts. By my reckoning, there is less than two hours left, isn't there?"
"You have