Shan Baiyi is now at his wits' end, his supply of elixirs long depleted. As for those spiritual artifacts, magical items, and even his prized arrays, most of them were destroyed in the great battle years ago.
The things he has left are not conventional magical or spiritual artifacts. How could such items possibly contend with the elite soldiers of the Shenxiao Dao Sect?
"Very well! We still have one condition!"
Li Yunjing nodded in satisfaction, finally raising one last demand.
"What is it?"
Shan Baiyi was a bit bewildered. What else could he do for Li Yunjing and his group now?
"You don't have a Myriad Li Communication Talisman?"
Li Yunjing asked.
"I do!"
Shan Baiyi couldn't understand. He was puzzled and said, "The Myriad Li Communication Talisman is useless here. The distance to the Northern Emperor Sect is too great. Moreover, the restrictions were set here when this dungeon was constructed to block information transmission."
