"Ultimately, the wooden man is just a fake. It's time to face the real challenge. A Demon Cultivator transforms the impossible into the possible."
Elder Mo Song finished speaking and retracted a wooden man, leaving only Lin Jing cursing there.
Fighting against a Golden Core with Qi Cultivation isn't called transforming the impossible into the possible; it's like throwing a piece of eternal meat to the dogs; it's never coming back.
The Spatial Spirit Plant is indeed enticing, but even against a few Foundation Establishment Stage demon beasts, let alone a whole group of Demon Core Stage demons, they wouldn't stand a chance.
"Squeak!" The pine-leaf mouse walked up to Lin Jing and tugged at his pant leg.
Meaning, let's do it!
Don't we have Illusion Techniques?
It had a premonition that the wish it failed to accomplish last time in Bodhi Heaven might be fulfilled with this Spatial Spirit Plant.
"You sure think beautifully," Lin Jing glanced at it.
