Lao Mo's words put immense pressure on Lin Yi. After a moment's thought, he asked, "In that case, why doesn't anyone back up the Night Watchmen?"
Lao Mo said, "King against king, general against general, soldier against soldier... only when a lower tier of combat strength holds an overwhelming advantage can it qualify to help the tier above."
"But right now, the three Night Watchmen can barely hold their own against the 'Angels' gathering their strength in the Root, while the Art Teachers are each on their own Lookouts, killing the Grinning Angels approaching the Art Building..."
"Under these circumstances, it's perfectly normal for a few Angel Sculptures to enter the Art Building's grounds. Those that can make it all the way here are already exceedingly rare."
"Most of the time, if you have the strength to come to the Clock Tower and help the Night Watchmen, you'd be better off defending a Lookout-that's why I'm angry, understand?"
"That brat Mu Daxian was still too impatient."
"The boy really is talented, but he couldn't bear to take things steadily. Once he'd made some progress and only reinforced the surface of his foundations, he started moving on to the next step. He didn't understand that true accumulated strength should blossom naturally, not through a desperate gamble to cleave open heaven's gates with one stroke."
"When I was in the Cafeteria, I had a premonition of his death. I bet there was an eighty percent chance he'd fight to the death at the Lookout, and thought saving him would be easy. Who knew the other twenty percent would actually happen? He ran off to the Clock Tower!"
Lin Yi instinctively clenched his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks tightening.
What Lao Mo really meant was that he'd thought Lin Yi only needed