The core area was filled with a feverish atmosphere. The bloodshed and killing only further sent most people's adrenaline surging, making their heads swim and their confidence swell.
By this point, those who could still think clearly and remain calm were in the minority. Even a reasonable opinion like this was easily dismissed by one's companions as cowardice.
Old Zhang had been berated by his companions, who thought he was simply a coward.
How could anyone get ahead if they hesitated over everything?
Old Zhang wasn't angry. He sighed and said, "If you insist on going inside, I have nothing more to say. I'll cover you from outside. You'd better come up with a plan instead of all charging in at once."
It was a sensible suggestion, and Old Zhang was usually easygoing and well liked. After hearing him out, the others didn't keep mocking him. They all nodded in agreement.
Inside the building, Feng Dengfeng frowned.
He knew the group was definitely going to come in.
Would he have to use Teleportation Skill again and make another desperate escape? If he used Teleportation Skill again, it would be the fourth time in a short period—a clear case of overuse.
It wasn't that he couldn't afford to use it one more time. But he was still some distance from Lord Tree Ancestor's true body, and each use of Teleportation Skill was precious. He couldn't waste it so easily.
Though he had injured Feng Dengfeng, that slash had given the man some confidence.
"Looks like those two are having a falling-out."
The scene was rather comical.
Feng Dengfeng's face changed in alarm. He knew I was deliberately trying to alert the people outside, so they would rush in and help deal with me.
Only Old Zhang, standing silently among the crowd,