The name he assigned to the smaller version of the Yin Needle was Yin Thorn.
Li Ming fell deep into thought. He was not afraid of getting lost, but he was afraid of not having any direction. Now that he had a direction, his plan was more than half complete.
The tablet spirit looked at Li Ming and revealed a contemplative expression. He did not say anything, and Li Ming unconsciously followed his footsteps.
Li Ming did not even realize that the path he was walking was constantly heading downwards.
The tablet spirit suddenly revealed a smile.
Chi!
Li Ming shuddered and snapped out of his thoughts. He raised his head and saw a yin fiend charging at him!