That night, within the battlefield at the Pill Tower.
Ling Zhuo watched two weaker clansmen die at the hands of Xiao Yan's group without the slightest ripple in his heart. He merely gave an order to the Spirit Guards he had arranged to lie in wait from the very beginning: "You may act now!"
Unexpected circumstances had ultimately arisen during tonight's operation. Wei Jiangyuan's presence at Xiao Yan's side was indeed something Ling Zhuo had not anticipated. But it did not matter. After all, the Spirit Clan's forces arranged against Xiao Yan's group were more than sufficient. One more or one fewer Dou Zun would not affect the overall situation at all.
To Ling Zhuo, being able to kill these opponents who had constantly opposed him throughout the Pill Convention would only better settle the hatred in his heart.
The reason the Spirit Guards had not acted all this time was so they could take control of the situation the moment they did. They would kill Xiao Yan's group more effectively without harming Lei Jingxiao.
Lei Jingxiao absolutely could not be touched. That was the sole bottom line of the Spirit Clan's operation tonight.
Upon receiving Ling Zhuo's command, the five Spirit Guards clad in silver-black battle armor emerged from the shadows and answered in low voices, "As ordered!"
The five silver-black figures moved like ghosts. The collision of their armor joints rang out as crisply as clashing blades. The leading Spirit Guard commander raised his hand and formed seals, while the other four spread out. Gray light burst from their fingertips, linking together in the void to form a five-pointed star formation. As the Spirit Clan's unique Spirit Fusion power erupted, the Dou Qi and soul power within the five of them fused like molten iron. Gray patterns crawled