"Congratulations, Taoist. Congratulations, indeed, for slaying the Wutong Demon ranked ninety-seventh on the imperial court's wanted list. Such a meritorious deed truly brings boundless virtue."
"With such a great accomplishment, I believe it won't be long before the court issues a reward."
Having witnessed Yi Chen exterminate the Wutong Demon, Lin Baihu, who had just exhaled a long breath of turbid air, walked over with his four subordinates, all smiling, to offer his congratulations.
Each of them had sweat beading on their foreheads, looking quite exhausted.
After all, maintaining the large formation was immensely draining on their mana, and even with the transfer and sharing offered by the formation, the Wutong Demon's counterattacks exerted tremendous pressure on them.
Fortunately, everything had ended now, with the Wutong Demon reduced to ashes.
However, Lin Baihu's profuse compliments did not receive the response he sought.
