Yi Lin made numerous arrangements.
Oda Mai followed closely behind.
The night was as dark as ink, with colorful plants providing faint light.
Looking around, it was like a sea of stars.
Ten or so spirits, stepping on ripples in the air, silently approached.
One spirit continuously cast skills, creating "platforms" in the air for the others to step on and move through the air.
They're coming!
Siao Yang's team entered Yi Lin's perception range.
With a somewhat surprised look, he glanced into the air.
Seeing the grinning face at the back of the team, Yi Lin was both angry and amused.
Why is it you again, Siao Yang!
Persistent as a ghost!
"Retreat!"
Yi Lin quickly retreated, raising his hand for a shot.
A brilliant light, like a laser cannon, with 20 layers of power in the Charge Bullet, pierced the long night!
Boom!
The charged bullet after storing power could no longer be just called a "gun"; it was a cannon, a blazing shot.
Bam!
