Opening: The man on the edge of the cliff stands with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed, his eyes like torches, staring at everything happening below, with a complex and difficult to distinguish expression.
"Master, Black Mapo has released the 'West Sichuan Vine Armor Corpse', and I have restrained most of its ferocious nature with the 'Soul Binding Silver Bell'. With Senior Brother He Li's 'Zhan Zhan Tong' cultivation level, he should be able to control this poisonous corpse. But the disciple does not understand why it is so troublesome, even at the expense of this thousand-year-old poisonous corpse, for such a painful plan?" The middle-aged man dressed in black Miaojiang dress on the side asked respectfully with confusion.
"There are only hundreds of Fusang Warlocks, why do they need to go to war in such a big way? But if you want to lure that cunning dwarf into the trap and find out the secret of Fusang, you have to do this! You should know the stakes involved": The man on the edge of the cliff spoke coldly, revealing endless determination and calculation...
