Yin Qiao Cowered
The two sides were already fighting. At this critical juncture, if he stopped the Absolute Life Domain and something unexpected happened, he would not only lose the respect of his nine subordinates—he doubted he could accept that cruel reality himself.
Forget it. It was exhausting, but he would grit his teeth and hold on a little longer. Nine outstanding team members had surrounded the damned enemy. Even if the man had three heads and six arms, what tricks could he possibly pull?
Elder Yin Qiao decided to give them five more minutes. If those nine still could not take down their opponent, then he would have lost this gamble completely.
Before long, Elder Yin Qiao sensed that something was amiss.
The fierce battle seemed to be going on nonstop, and while the commotion was considerable, the enemy had not been completely pinned down by the nine team members.
Whenever the opponent faced three of them, he would trade a few blows and get entangled with them briefly. But as soon as the other two groups closed in to surround him, he would cunningly slip through the gaps.
He controlled the pace with effortless precision, as if he could discern every last detail and calculate the distances with exquisite accuracy. He had no fear of being surrounded.
Elder Yin Qiao was so furious that he nearly ground his back teeth to dust.
Those nine team members were undoubtedly among the best in the Underground World, carefully selected elites. He had never expected their ability to fight together to be so terrible.
In Elder Yin Qiao's eyes, this was an outright disgrace. Each of them was individually powerful, but it was obvious they were not good at working together. They were all desperate to claim the credit, each wanting