Meng Zhao eyed Yi Heng with great interest as well. After this old fellow had fallen into demonic ways, his methods had become more vicious, but his actual strength had improved only marginally. He was far from being Meng Zhao's match. Even if he devoured the blood essence of several people, he might not be able to change the current situation.
What was more, even if Meng Zhao allowed him to successfully break through into the Heavenly Being realm, he did not believe this fellow would be his opponent. This was not arrogance, but absolute confidence. Setting aside all else, in martial arts, Meng Zhao had never lagged behind anyone.
Yi Heng looked coldly and emotionlessly at Xuan Wei and the others.
"It was nothing more than killing someone whose stance was not firm. What are you panicking for? We must now cooperate wholeheartedly and fight that young man. Otherwise, if we fall into his hands and let him knead us as he pleases, death would be one thing—but if we lived, I fear we would not have an easy time of it either. Better to take a gamble."
In truth, Meng Zhao was somewhat unable to pin down Yi Heng's thoughts.
Demonic figures came in different kinds.
There were those arrogant, Unrestrained and Lawless people who followed their hearts, never wronged themselves, and treated life and death as trifles.
There were also those sinister and cunning people who would do anything to survive.
Yi Heng appeared to be the former, but since sinister and cunning people naturally loved disguises, Meng Zhao could not determine his true intentions.
Still, it did not matter. With overwhelming hard power, no schemes or tricks could amount to anything.
Xuan Wei still wanted to say something, but Meng Zhao's voice had already sounded.
"You