When it came to reinforcements, everyone fell silent. Who the hell knew when they would arrive?
They were facing Heavenly Demons, something that made Cultivators turn pale at the mention—not ordinary Alien Races. Most Cultivators had no experience fighting anything like them.
Moreover, the team's mission was to investigate the anomaly. They were scouts, and their primary duty was to send back accurate information.
Scouts could help one another, but they were under no absolute obligation to do so. There was no punishment for refusing to help.
Besides, even if someone really came to reinforce them, wouldn't they have to proceed cautiously on the way? No one could say for certain how long it would take for reinforcements to arrive.
Thinking more cynically... even if someone came, wouldn't it be enough if they held out until there was no saving them?
"Don't think about reinforcements for now," Ji Xiaohua spoke from another warship. "They can't arrive within the next five days."
He did not deny that reinforcements might come. If he dared say that, morale would collapse immediately.
But neither was he excessively optimistic. Rushing over to provide aid carried considerable risks.
In the end, on the battlefield, self-rescue still had to be emphasized. Only by holding on long enough could they possibly see the light of rescue.
"As for the Twelve Greats' team..." someone clearly did not hold much hope for the Twelve Greats.
The situation had become this dire. Some thoughts simply surfaced whether one wanted them to or not.
"Shut up!" Ji Xiaohua suddenly released a wave of coercive pressure and raised a hand, firing a Finger Wind that restrained the Golden Core Realm Cultivator who had spoken.
Then he looked around, his voice chilling. "Anyone who shakes morale again... no mercy!"
Immediately afterward, he cleared his