Overall, the battlefield had fallen into an extremely tense deadlock.
Fight or not fight.
The strength of both sides was fairly even. At least for now, neither could determine a victor anytime soon.
And if they fought, with that old Taoist who could not tell friend from foe around, who knew when he might suddenly hit them with one of those attacks? Getting blown senseless and then dying inexplicably would be quite something.
But stopping here and refusing to fight was even more impossible.
The formation had already been laid out. If they slunk away with their tails between their legs, never mind their own reputations—Lingshan would lose every shred of authority it had in the Wasteland.
After all, Lingshan had come this time with the utmost seriousness, intending to wipe out the Heaven Group.
And then they could not even take down a single city?
At the very least, the three of them would definitely face internal punishment when they returned.
"Stall them. There's no need to go all out."
"Wait for reinforcements."
"Watch out for that old Taoist's pill furnace."
The group quickly devised a temporary plan and charged forward again, constantly exchanging blows.
But this time, everyone fought with considerable restraint. Their attacks were limp and powerless, and their attention was not on their opponents at all. Instead, they devoted more of their focus to the old Taoist, who was seriously refining pills.
The main issue was—
It was not just them. Even Meng Po's side was much the same.
Normally, with the other side being so timid, they could easily seize the advantage by fighting more fiercely. But the other side had concerns, and so did they.
As a result, everyone tacitly began dragging things out.
The most comfortable people present were probably the old