Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, the night before Han Yu's planned operation had arrived.
During this time, neither Lin Feng nor Han Yu's group had been idle. All of them were preparing for the coming battle.
Of course, although both sides were making preparations, their approaches could not have been more different.
Han Yu and the others kept everything they did hidden from Lin Feng, doing their utmost to prevent him from learning anything.
However, through the Fire Seeds Xiao Ling had planted, Lin Feng would secretly eavesdrop late at night on conversations between some Ying Tian and He Tian Realm female cultivators of the Tong Ling Sect, their husbands, and others.
Although these people were not part of the upper core, there were simply too many people who had been implanted with Fire Seeds by Xiao Ling.
From this vast number of conversations, Lin Feng had still managed to piece together at least sixty or seventy percent of Han Yu's group's plan.
Faced with such a life-or-death crisis, he naturally did not dare be careless. He spent the night dragging Xiao Ling along to revise and improve their escape plan.
Just as Lin Feng and Xiao Ling were patching the loopholes in their escape plan, Han Yu and several others had gathered for some reason in the middle of the night beside a platform at the southernmost end of this continent.
These people included not only Han Yu and Qiu Yue, but also someone completely concealed beneath a silver square cloth, along with several elderly men in Daoist robes.
Judging from the extremely solemn atmosphere, they had likely gathered for some major matter.
Leaving those people aside for the moment, the platform itself was rather unusual. It was circular as a whole and stood roughly