Twelve had not completely calmed down, but she knew what she should be doing now, and what she was capable of doing.
She continuously relayed all sorts of information to Qin Yang—everything radiating outward from Tai Hao that could be connected, especially every word Tai Hao had said and all the information implicated by it.
She also knew how to play to her strengths, how to fight for a chance at survival under these circumstances.
She could not think of an answer, so she could only give all the information to Qin Yang and let him think.
Under the extreme pressure, Qin Yang's thoughts began accelerating without cease. Then, using that as a foundation and casting the Thinking Art, he barely managed to keep pace with the speed at which Twelve conveyed information.
Qin Yang knew perfectly well that the gap in raw strength was not something he could make up for by risking his life.
Perhaps even if he gave up everything and sacrificed everything, the strength he gained would at most allow him to escape from Tai Hao.
Even now that the authorities of all ten High Priests had been stripped away, Qin Yang estimated that the power Tai Hao could wield was likely still two major realms above his own.
That was an abyssal chasm that could not be crossed. By his strength alone, fighting was utterly impossible.
Even if Twelve sacrificed herself, she still could not defeat him. Before absolute power, even if Tai Hao had flaws, those flaws might as well not exist to Qin Yang.
He had greatly underestimated Tai Hao.
That was also why Tai Hao dared to sit on the sidelines, watching the situation shift with cold eyes. He only wanted the final result, yet had never feared the situation slipping out