บท 1794: If We Can't Hold Them Back, Then We'll All Perish!

"We can't use anything above level nine.

"This is the rule of the trial."

Han Muye looked at Feng Jiutian and said calmly, "Otherwise, what use would I have for you?"

Feng Jiu's face stiffened and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Han Muye's statement exuded dominance.

Had it not been for the trial rules prohibiting the use of items above the sage level, the battle puppet by Han's side could have handled everything.

Moreover, with Han's negotiation with the dean, what resources couldn't they access?

Feng Jiutian nodded with a wry smile and looked at the expressionless He Yang beside him.

He was really inferior to this guy.

Seeing He Yang and Feng Jiutian offering their battle puppets and battle armors, the other trial disciples reluctantly followed suit.

"Dismantle them,"

Han Muye ordered.

A group of refiner disciples stepped forward and flames rose.