Xin Bairen stood at the highest point of the watchtower, gazing into the distance.
He saw the island's monk soldiers scurrying about like ants on a hot pan;
then, high above, he saw Qing Chen fighting two opponents alone, locked in a fierce, inseparable struggle with the Radiant Night Palace Master and Dharma Master Su Xin.
His brows knitted tightly. Suddenly, he raised his arm and shouted, "Pass on my orders! All units, listen well-prioritize killing Foundation Establishment cultivators and surround the Golden Core old monsters!
"Wipe out the enemy at once! Disregard casualties! All spoils you take are yours!"
He understood perfectly: with Qing Chen fighting two opponents alone, every moment he held out brought another measure of danger.
These bald donkeys from Lesser Cold Temple had only managed to hold on earlier by relying on their spell barriers and sturdy Island-Protecting Grand Array.
But now, on the Condensed Jade Sect's side-
"Five Golden Core cultivators holding the line, the Demon Lotus Sect's Netherworld Demon Spider, four treasure ships supporting the formation, Elder Xuan Zhen's third-tier formation, and fifteen thousand cultivators surging like a tide..."
Xin Bairen swept his gaze over his own forces, then looked toward the enemy. "Lesser Cold Temple has only four Golden Core cultivators, two treasure ships, and seven or eight thousand battered remnants..."
He suddenly clenched the railing. "This battle must be decided swiftly!"
But as for Qing Chen's true fighting strength... Xin Bairen stole a glance at that azure figure high above, uncertain himself.
Not just him-even the Condensed Jade Sect's other four Golden Core elders felt uneasy at this moment. Those were two experts at the late Golden Core stage!
Either one of them could casually take on three or four of the elders.
Qing Chen represented all his prospects and hopes