The suppression of Wujin Hongyue and the others had ended. It should have been an utterly depressing development.
Yet the World Will of the Hundred Ghosts Realm was not displeased in the slightest; his face was full of delight.
That was because Wujin Hongyue and the others had not held on for merely half an hour at most, as they had originally said. They had lasted for more than a full cup of tea's time.
One must not underestimate that cup of tea's time.
That brief span had allowed the three ghosts to kill another Twelve-step expert.
The situation on the battlefield had now become seven against seven.
That was right—seven against seven.
The instant Wujian was sent flying backward, a ghost shot into the sky and took his place.
And during that more than half-hour, the three ghosts had not merely killed three Twelve-step experts, but four.
This had completely tipped the scales of victory and defeat.
Although the Three Realms' side was far from certain to win, and their odds were likely no greater than forty percent, that was already more than enough for the World Will.
All he was waiting for was the Destruction Empress's complete descent.
Qin Shaofeng, who had remained in a passive state of taking blows, had no mind to keep track of time, much less any time to observe the battlefield's situation. Naturally, he knew none of this.
At that moment, he was still struggling to hold on.
Time continued to flow.
Qin Shaofeng had no idea how long he had endured or how much blood he had spat out. The unceasing blood loss had already turned his face pale as paper.
Had his cultivation not been powerful enough, and had he not had the Nine-tailed Fox sharing the burden and healing his