At this moment, the Giant Spirit God had not a shred of arrogance left in his heart. Lu Yan had opened up a brand-new path beyond aligning with the times or defying the great trends, and his methods convinced the Giant Spirit God completely.
Lu Yan's expression remained calm, as he gently shook his head and said:
"The time is not yet ripe."
Having said that, Lu Yan turned his gaze toward the Spirit Vein of Beimang Mountain.
The Yin Soldiers who had left Luocheng earlier had now returned to the place of the Spirit Vein.
These Yin Soldiers, clad in armor and wielding Soul Hooks, were leading a multitude of lost souls.
There were lost souls of corporate slaves in work uniforms with dark circles under their eyes, lost souls of girls with steel pipes through their chests, and lost souls from ancient battlefields with shattered armor holding banners...
