A Miscalculation

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Mu Qianfan and Yan Qingcheng appeared.

"Lin Fei, our Mystic Heart Sect will fight a decisive battle against the Earth Dragon Sect tomorrow."

"The sect master values your potential, so he has specifically permitted you to sit this battle out."

Lin Fei froze for a moment.

He had single-handedly orchestrated this war behind the scenes.

Yet now they would not let him participate. What exactly did that mean?

"Elder Mu, since this is a decisive battle between sects, I want to do my part as a member of the Mystic Heart Sect."

"Even if I die, I will have no regrets."

Mu Qianfan shook his head and refused him outright.

"No. No one may disobey the sect master's orders."

"Besides, even if we win tomorrow's battle, our Mystic Heart Sect will likely suffer heavy casualties."

"The sect master said we must preserve some talented people to rebuild the sect."

Yan Qingcheng nodded at Lin Fei.

As a supreme elder in the Spirit Transformation Realm, she had to participate in this decisive battle against the Earth Dragon Sect.

"Lin Fei, you are only in the Nascent Soul Realm. One more or one fewer of you will make no difference."

"Just stay in the sect. With the Mountain Sea Alliance helping us, we will surely return victorious."

Lin Fei nodded and did not insist any further.

Since the Demonic Womb Clone would participate in person, it would be equivalent to him destroying the Earth Dragon Sect with his own hands anyway.

"All right. Make sure you protect yourselves."

The next day.

Earth Dragon City.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Figures rapidly approached from every direction.

Each radiated the formidable aura of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

There were more than fifty of them.

They were all Spirit Transformation experts from the Mountain Sea