Qin He suppressed the dread churning in his chest. His gaze swept across the battlefield as he forced himself to weigh his options in the face of certain death.
The situation was not entirely hopeless.
Within the rift between layers, six demon generals with overwhelming auras had broken free of its confines. Their hideous Demonic Eyes locked onto the Divine Court's five High Gods, and their towering Malevolent Energy stretched across the sky. The two sides stood on the brink of battle.
On the surface, it was six demons against five gods. The demons even had one more fighter.
But Qin He had seen a High God's strength. One could hold off two demon generals for a short time and still have strength to spare.
With only six demon generals on the field, the High Gods had more than enough strength to contain them all—and would still have two fighters free.
The Burning Heaven Lord had promised he could hold off only one High God, and only for ten breaths.
That still left one High God unchecked.
That single gap was the deadly flaw that could doom them all.
As he raced through the possibilities, the void beside him rippled almost imperceptibly.
There was no surge of spiritual energy, no trace of an aura. A figure appeared silently at his side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
The Burning Heaven Lord!
He had long since shed his unremarkable disguise as a logistics cultivator. His robes stirred without wind, concealing a scorching aura that could burn the void to ash. Yet he held it tightly within himself, letting none of it escape.
Qin He whipped his head around, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Did you foresee this?"
The Burning Heaven Lord looked toward the five High Gods standing in