This time, everyone watching the battle before the Yin-Yang Mirror felt their hearts, which had risen to their throats, plunge into an icy valley. It was a bone-chilling despair, and nearly all of them felt unable to keep watching.
Ancient Panlong God and Ancient Phoenix God lowered their heads and sighed softly. The former sighed even more heavily. "The Demon God's cultivation has advanced too quickly. His cultivation speed far surpasses ours, and he is far stronger than he was back then. I fear that even if everyone present joined forces, we would not be able to withstand more than a few exchanges... If he is allowed to continue developing, the consequences will be too horrifying."
"How could this be? He is War God Rui!" Bright Ancient God murmured. All four Ancient Gods wore dismal expressions. The feeling of having their last sliver of hope shattered was unbearable.
The four of them were inseparably bound to this wager, which was why they had hurried over to watch the battle.
If the Demon God lost, it would have nothing to do with them. They might even get the chance to beat a drowning dog and wash away their past humiliation. But if the Demon God won, then the enmity they had formed with him back then would surely be settled this time. Given the Demon God's temperament, he had endured for so many years; once he erupted, none of them would escape. Who knew how miserably they would die then?
"We surrender! We surrender..." Yue Qianchou stomped about wildly and roared, his eyes red with anxiety.
He had always been shameless anyway. He was used to surrendering whenever he could not win, and did not consider it particularly disgraceful. But Bi Changchun's character was one that would rather break than bend.