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"": "This time, time passed even more slowly than before. Every second truly felt like an eternity.
Luo Bin's thinking was straightforward.
Using the Tomb Guardian to deal with Yuan Tianshu was still too risky.
The Tomb Guardian's abilities were too limited: sheer toughness, immunity to yin spirits, and control over Witch Gu puppets.
The moment Yuan Tianshu saw the Tomb Guardian, he would simply leave rather than fight!
Showing himself could lure Yuan Tianshu into attacking, but after his earlier setback, Yuan Tianshu probably would not give him the slightest opening now.
It would inevitably be a bitter fight, and Luo Bin's chances of losing were high.
There was another crucial point: now that Yuan Tianshu had withdrawn, he would surely make more comprehensive preparations.
Indeed, Luo Bin's Yin-Yang Arts still fell a little short, but he had begun to grasp the fundamentals of Gu Arts.
That meant he could hurt someone like Yuan Tianshu.
Granted, that was only in one respect, and it had taken everything he had: an entire mountain's gu worms, the Miao King's Ocarina, and three-refined gu insects.
But that was still strength!
A practitioner's abilities were like a central control hub.
By making good use of everything available, he could devise strategies within his command tent and secure victory a thousand miles away!
Luo Bin had no idea how much time had passed. Without a watch or anything to measure time against, he could only quiet his mind and wait.
At last, the tips of sharp, gray-black fingernails emerged from deep inside the crack.
The hand gradually appeared.
Luo Bin suppressed his racing heartbeat and did not rush to act.
The instant that hand lunged for his, Luo Bin abruptly withdrew his hand and thrust out the other, seizing its