The Wudang Ancestor's beard twitched as he lost not only a magical treasure with a careless step but also the flesh of his disciple grandson.
The morale at the opponent's camp surged.
A group of soldiers raised their spears with a jolt and loudly shouted, "Prestige!"
"Prestige!"
"Prestige!"
"..."
Yaoji tightened her expression, unexpectedly realizing Ji Wanrong and her group's powers had developed to such an extent.
She softly spoke to the group of Daoists behind her, "Which fellow Daoist will fight for my Northern Army?"
The Mount Mao genius Lin Daoyi stepped forward, clasping his hands to greet Yaoji, saying, "Saintess, I am willing to fight. However, I request the Saintess to bestow a magical treasure upon me to face the enemy, I assure you I have great certainty."
Yaoji smiled lightly, "You really know how to do business, your Mount Mao has many ancestral magical treasures, yet you covet mine. Fine, I'll give you one. Use it carefully, don't let those thieves take it."
