Even if they had a thousand reasons—no reckless valor, consideration for the broader battlefield, and so on—not daring to fight was simply not daring to fight. Anything they said would be a show of weakness; the more they said, the more humiliating it became. So the Demon Race army simply fell silent.
This had been intended as a long war fought at a controlled intensity. They could hardly summon top-tier True Demons just because of a few provocations from Jiang Wang—Divine Firmament was imminent, and the Heavenly Demon combat power would be all the more crucial then. The cultivation of the top-tier True Demons was what concerned the greater picture.
As for the dignity of Qi Xianglin and the other two... after becoming True Demons for so many years, they still had no confidence they could kill Jiang Wang alone. With him pointing at their noses and cursing them, all they could do was take it.
Banners snapped in the wind as Jiang Wang swiftly flew away from Dragon-Sorrow Crossing, speeding across the skies above the Civilization Basin.
Remembering how he had once fled east and west in the Demon Realm, how Quan Yingyang had chased him through heaven and earth in the Divine Firmament World, when even clutching the Fountain of Youth and the Hearing Bell had barely been enough to keep him alive... what a difference between then and now!
In the end, he knew that consecutively killing six True Demons was an opportunity that could only be encountered, never sought. If he acted too eagerly, he might well give the Demon Race an opening instead.
Thus, Jiang Wang chose to leave for now.
Nor did he have any intention of charging into the formation to forcibly kill some True Demon—last time, Xiu Yuan had already secured the