The three of them walked through the air, taking the initiative to head toward the World Membrane, buying time for the Great Thousand side to retreat.
To Xing Qian and the others, it carried something of the feeling: "The wind blows bleakly over the Yi River; once the brave man departs, he shall never return."
Wei Yang smiled faintly and turned to look at Xiao Yan and Qin Tian beside him. "Afraid? We've made too much of a mess this time, killed too fiercely. We've even drawn out a Heavenly Demon Emperor."
"What's there to fear?" Xiao Yan grinned and clenched his fist. "This is nothing. It's not like we haven't faced worse situations before."
"True." Wei Yang was rendered speechless.
Asking Xiao Yan, a battle maniac, that question had been pointless.
That kid had always been outrageously bold. Back when he faced colossal forces like the Soul Hall and the Soul Clan, he had never shown any fear.
By comparison, this mere Heavenly Demon Emperor really did count as a small matter.
He was only one level above them, after all. They had fought enemies a realm higher before, and this time it was three against one. What was there to fear?
For once, Qin Tian wore a smile, though a murderous glint lurked in his eyes. His voice was somewhat low, and his tone carried a hint of madness. "I only hate that I'm too weak and haven't broken through to Saint Grade yet. Otherwise, I could have taken the opportunity to kill this Heavenly Demon Emperor today as well!"
At those words, a surge of heroic spirit rose within Wei Yang and Xiao Yan.
Wei Yang laughed loudly. "Haha, well said! He's only a Heavenly Demon Emperor. Saint Grade has never been some insurmountable obstacle in our