"Fang Heng, let's begin."
Ovi said, waving his hand to signal his subordinates from the Leaf tribe to gather around an ancient stone slab nearby.
The ancient stone slab was adorned with intricate traces of a magic array.
Ovi carefully inspected the magic array and breathed a sigh of relief.
Good news, the magic array hadn't been damaged during this period.
This would save a significant amount of time in repairing the magic array.
Accompanied by members of the Leaf tribe, they all approached and stood at the seven corresponding points of the large magic array.
Only two tribe members remained with Fang Heng to guard the operation of the magic array.
Ovi had no other choice.
The remaining supply of white frost ore was severely depleted, and this was the Leaf tribe's last combat capability.
"Let's begin!"
