“What should we do?”
“Keep fighting?”
“This is troublesome!”
Mo Yue, a Quasi-Saint of the Fourth Rank, and the other four—including Chu Yan—were all at the peak level of divine kings, akin to the pinnacle of power… They had originally thought Li Yuan was just a newly risen Quasi-Saint, probably only at the second rank, at most third rank, which wouldn’t be much of a concern.
They planned to only take on Winter Mang, the Divine King, alone.
But Winter Mang’s burst of power made their hearts tremble with fear.
The field Li Yuan unleashed was equally intimidating.
After all, Mo Yue’s domain was considered strong even among Fourth Rank Quasi-Saints.
Despite their four powerful Quasi-Saint assault, Li Yuan directly suppressed them.
It was easy to imagine how terrifying Li Yuan’s domain could be…
Now, with Li Yuan cooperating with Winter Mang, Mo Yue, Chu Yan, and the others immediately felt the urge to retreat.
“Brother Winter Mang, Brother Xin Yuan, this time it’s our fault,” Mo Yue’s voice suddenly rang out in a transmission: “Shall we call a ceasefire?”
Just moments ago they were shouting to fight, and now they were immediately submitting.
“A ceasefire? What a joke.”