Sure enough.
It was pretty much what Yi Lin initially speculated.
On the third night, those crouched in the bushes couldn't hold out any longer, and without rehearsing, they covered their faces and launched an attack on the Golden Temple.
Among those attacking the Golden Temple, some were simply ordinary warriors not versed in magic, while others wielded strange weapons that gleamed brightly, appearing formidable.
Some carried torches up the mountain, killing whoever they met, and burning any house they came across.
Before long, blazing flames illuminated the sky.
The clamor of battle pierced through the night, prompting Yi Lin to reluctantly close the secret manual he had been eagerly reading, his enthusiasm interrupted by the assault.
"Boom!"
In the distance, a pillar of fire shot up from the mountain top, instantly blasting over a dozen figures downhill at light speed, landing solidly.
"Xiaohu tossed grenades."
