Although the three races were at a disadvantage, the ancient remnant clans were having a hard time too, as their Quasi-Near-God experts fought back with all their might. Quite a few of them had died gruesome deaths, and even more had been wounded. Even if they managed to seize Ben Lei Spear, they would likely suffer heavy losses.
"Heh, didn't the Heavenly Lords, Yao Lords, and Devil Masters of the various factions order everyone not to kill members of the ancient remnant clans? It looks like over a hundred of them have died today." Yao Yu chuckled, her voice full of contempt.
"When your life's on the line, who has time to worry about that?" Ming Ye said. Then he glanced at Ling Tian. "Heh, if they push Junior Brother too far, he might kill every last one of them. Imagine any of us getting into trouble..."
They knew how much they meant to Ling Tian. If anything happened to even one of them, it would probably drive him berserk. So they had no doubt Ming Ye was right, and they all nodded.
The battle raged on, growing even more brutal. Some Quasi-Near-God experts had been gravely wounded, and everyone else had taken a few hits too, weakening them to some extent.
When one of their Quasi-Near-God experts was wounded, the people left to keep watch over Ling Tian and the others sent half their number into the battle. The situation soon began to look clearer.
But they seemed to realize that Ling Tian and the others were waiting to reap the rewards, and that even if their side won, they would be badly weakened. To prevent any mishaps, Ye Xi and the others suddenly gave an order. "Ye Xing, Shi Long, Tong Xin, attack them. Wear them down as