Upon hearing this, Yun Wuxin, who was locked in battle with Tao Fan in mid-air, coldly snorted, "Is that your brilliant insight?"
"It's a fact," Ye Guhong replied, unfazed. "The Fallen Saint Formation is laid out beneath us, and the Saints in Xinhuo City can't intervene. By yourself, you're no match for him. If this drags on, you'll die, and so will we!"
"Thinking of leaving? It won't be that easy!"
Hearing their conversation, Tao Fan intensified his assault. Just as Ye Guhong had said, Yun Wuxin was completely suppressed. The situation was one-sided, and it was clear he wouldn't last much longer.
Li Zuoyue said urgently, "If the Demon Race's target is all the Saints in Xinhuo City, and they're reluctant to activate the Formation too soon, why don't we just call a few of them in? Wouldn't that work? Even a couple more to help Yun Wuxin would be better than nothing."
