"Qin Yan, I'll try to hold off one more of them for you. Seize the chance to escape."
Zhao Ming sent Qin Yan a voice transmission, his voice tinged with urgency and concern.
His gaze remained fixed on the six figures radiating terrifying auras across from them, while his mind raced to devise a way out.
"Senior Brother Zhao Ming, thank you for your help. But just hold off any one of them for me. I can handle the rest myself," Qin Yan replied through a voice transmission.
"Junior Brother Qin Yan, you..." Zhao Ming frowned at his words and was about to persuade him otherwise, but Qin Yan cut him off.
"Senior Brother Zhao Ming, I value my life dearly. If I dare say this, I'm confident I can do it."
Qin Yan's voice was firm and steady, without the slightest hint of putting on a brave front.
Zhao Ming turned toward Qin Yan. When he saw those deep, dark eyes, he froze for a moment.
He saw not a trace of cowardice or fear in his junior brother's eyes, only boundless calm, like an unfathomable cold abyss without a ripple on its surface.
That unruffled composure left even him, a Holy Son from two generations ago, feeling inferior.
"Junior Brother Qin Yan, are you truly confident?" Zhao Ming asked again.
"Yes." Qin Yan gave a single, crisp reply.
Zhao Ming gave Qin Yan a long look, then nodded firmly. "All right. I trust you."
Although some worry lingered in his heart, he said no more.
He believed that if his junior brother dared make such a claim, he must have some confidence.
Zhao Ming sent a voice transmission to Lin Qingyin beside him. "You and I will hold off the Spatial Temple's Holy Son and Holy Maiden." Lin