Outside the Training Ground, demonic aura loomed thick and grim.
Lian Guanlin's eyes, as though they held the collapse and extinction of stars, swept over Lai Hongxuan before turning toward Chen Fei, who stood calmly within the Training Ground, and the Origin Lotus Seeds endlessly circulating around him, emanating alluring fluctuations.
He fell silent for a moment, his voice as low as ancient ice. "What are the odds?"
No joy or anger could be heard in Lian Guanlin's tone, yet it carried a suffocating pressure.
Lai Hongxuan's Adam's apple bobbed. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head. "I can see no hope of victory. That Chain Great Array of his... is too complete. Attack and defense are one, with almost no flaw to be found. Fellow Daoist Pang's fate... is still right before our eyes."
In the end, he did not dare state any specific odds, because in his heart, he simply had no idea how to break this Chain Great Array.
Once Lai Hongxuan gave his answer, the other three Demonic Cultivators beside him, including Kui Gao, the strange demon whose aura was eerie and unpredictable, all fell silent.
No hope of victory could be seen.
For those words to come from a Fifteenth Order Extreme powerhouse who had forged an Earth Origin Dao Foundation meant that, once someone entered the field, the likely outcome would not be a narrow defeat and surrender, but utter suppression.
After a brief, stifling silence, Lian Guanlin slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again.
"Since there is no certainty..."
His voice carried not the slightest emotion. "Then surrender. Preserve your strength and make plans for the future."
Those words were like a pardon, making Lai Hongxuan's body tremble slightly. Yet even more than that, he felt the release of a