"I failed,"
Ouyang Song's expression changed.
In a span of 15 minutes, he had crafted an Invisibility Grassman.
He felt that the magic efficacy of the Grassman was between six-turn and seven-turn—it could be six, or possibly seven.
But now at a glance, it was still not up to seven-turn.
"Alas, it seems I can only receive the rewards for places fifty to one hundred."
Fifty to one hundred places, merely a thousand points.
Ouyang Song was reluctant but helpless.
He could only step aside and watch.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
"Thump, thump, thump!"
"No!"
"Could this be a mistake? I've clearly mastered the seven-turn technique!"
"Ah, my fourth Grassman also exploded!"
Many Grassmen, before even setting foot inside the palace threshold, were blasted away.
Suddenly, hundreds of Grassmen exploded above the square, their Five Elements Power scattering across the night sky, shimmering like fireworks.
"Go."
Zhao Xing pointed, directing his nineteen Grassmen to rush up the steps.
