In battle, if Su Yi could resolve something alone, he would never seek helpers.
In his view, the drawbacks of doing otherwise outweighed the benefits.
When he faced a host of enemies alone, even if he was wounded, he bore it himself and would never let others be implicated.
But once he had helpers, the enemy would inevitably use them to restrain him!
The enemy needed only to circle around, feint east and strike west, and use opportunities to attack his helpers to lead him by the nose, leaving him unable to devote himself fully to killing his foes.
Just as now, Jiekong Sword Monk had suffered grave injuries and was in peril. How could Su Yi stand idly by?
Hong Feiyu was undoubtedly employing precisely such a tactic. He intended to first deal heavy blows to the others, leaving Su Yi unable to advance or retreat and completely trapped in passivity!
This was why Su Yi disliked group battles.
If they won, that was one thing.
But if danger arose, those helpers at his side would instead become one soft spot and flaw after another!
"Kill!"
Hong Feiyu shouted and charged toward Wood Spirit Lord.
At the same time, four great enemies seized the chance to attack the heavily injured Jiekong Sword Monk.
Su Yi himself was still trapped amid layer upon layer of encirclement.
Under such circumstances, if anyone else had been Su Yi, they would likely have been torn between helping Wood Spirit Lord and helping Jiekong Sword Monk.
Or perhaps they would ignore everything and deal with the great enemies around them first?
Su Yi did not hesitate.
The battle changed in an instant; there was no room for the slightest delay.
Clang!
The Mortal Realm Sword hummed, suffused with an obscure and mysterious aura.
That