Chen Lin stepped forward and waved his hand.
Clatter!
A small mountain of mid-grade spirit stones poured out, piling up before the five of them. The dense spiritual energy instantly shrouded the surrounding sea breeze in white mist.
Then Chen Lin took out five jade bottles and tossed one to each of them.
"Those contain supreme-grade Essence-Returning Pills. As long as you're still alive, one pill will instantly replenish all your early Nascent Soul true essence," Chen Lin said coldly. "The formation must not break. Draw on as many spirit stones as you need, swallow as many pills as you want. Hold this position to the death!"
Heavenly Hatred True Lord pulled out the stopper. As he inhaled the intoxicating medicinal fragrance, his eyes turned red.
For eight hundred years in the Spiritless Era, they had needed to stretch even a single low-grade spirit stone as far as possible. And now? Mid-grade spirit stones were handed out by the heap, and supreme-grade pills could be eaten like candy!
"Rest assured, Boss! Even if this old servant has to sacrifice these old bones, I won't let those overgrown worms advance a single step!" Heavenly Hatred True Lord thumped his chest thunderously, and demonic qi erupted around him.
Withered Wood, Violet Frost, and the others were equally fervent.
With resources of this caliber backing them, what did an army of a hundred thousand Sea Tribe troops matter?
Chen Lin was not so optimistic.
He stood at the highest point of Lone Reef, gazing into the distance.
Winds rose over the sea, and dark clouds loomed overhead.
Their resources might be limitless, but there was a fatal gap in their combat strength.
Aside from Heavenly Hatred True Lord, who was at peak late Nascent Soul, the other four could only wield early Nascent