Jiang Qi's words were as sharp as blades, fiercely piercing the hearts of Qin Chuan and the others. Each of them could feel the overwhelming pressure from the Demon Saint, a force far beyond their imagination.
Although their hearts were filled with endless anger and unwillingness, they couldn't refute Jiang Qi's words, for reality was so cruel.
Qin Chuan stood aside, his expression extremely solemn. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the strength. He knew Jiang Qi's taunts weren't baseless; at this moment, they truly were in an extremely unfavorable situation.
Even though Elder Yang was strong, he still seemed somewhat powerless when facing the legendary Demon Saint. Right now, the situation was extremely disadvantageous for them; any negligence could plunge them into utter doom.
