"Changle Village, so close at hand."
Atop a mountain peak, Lang Kun spoke in a hoarse voice, overlooking the entire town.
On the mountaintop, the strong wind blew, causing Ji Bing's robes to flap loudly. In his brows seemed the confidence of controlling everything: "Changle Village, the true disciples of the Three Major Sects are also there. Just you and me, not much assurance."
The Mantis Demon gently flapped its wings, rising with the wind, its body swaying in the air.
"All three true disciples are within, their strength is not weak. With them, Changle Village is firmly defended, how can we take it?"
"Hehe." Ji Bing smiled faintly: "One monk fetches water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, three monks have no water to drink. This is the strategy to break the enemy."
The Mantis Demon narrowed its eyes, seemingly enjoying the moment, its hoarse voice relaxed: "Your human race has many schemes, I cannot think through these twists."
