Seeing the guilt on Qin Baochuan's and the others' faces, Lin Mo smiled reassuringly. "Sect Master Qin, don't say that."
"If you seniors hadn't given me your full support and forced those two to reveal their trump cards beforehand, I could never have won so easily."
Luo Lan said bitterly, "But... you needed to save your strength to fight the Saint King."
"Now you've wasted so much Dharma Power on those two."
"And when we face the Saint King, we won't be able to help much..."
"Sect Master Luo Lan, that's where you're mistaken."
Lin Mo smiled faintly. "Preserving our strength to face a powerful enemy is certainly the right strategy."
"But if preserving my strength costs our allied forces lives, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?"
"Besides... even with a move capable of countering the power of rules, I would never consider the Saint King an opponent I could defeat alone."
"In the coming battle against the Saint King, I'll still need all you seniors to lend me a hand."
With Gongsun Fu's help, Lin Mo took a little time to replenish his Dharma Power fully.
Then he resolutely led the allied forces toward the Fifteenth Layer at the top of the tower.
On the way to the Fifteenth Layer, Luo Lan, Qin Baochuan, and the others were so nervous that cold sweat covered their foreheads. They held their breath and focused.
Throughout their ascent, they had protected Lin Mo as they battled through every obstacle, slaughtering countless soul slaves.
Yet this final stretch of stairs alone seemed unbearably terrifying and long.
Because the enemy they would face next was the Saint King.
A terrifying being who commanded the Dry Jade Continent's power of rules and possessed boundless wisdom that encompassed all things.
As cultivators of