Next, the people of Willow Leaf began crazily targeting Ye Wuzhi again.
They stubbornly refused to change, still believing Ye Wuzhi was that useless, cowardly cripple. So they sprayed him with abuse!
Liu Shizeng even roared repeatedly, "Win? What are we supposed to use to win? If we surrender now, it might still not be too late."
Following Liu Shizeng's words, the emotions of Willow Leaf Holy Manor's core figures collapsed even further.
A Saint Martial Stage warrior, combined with the Army-Slaying Formation, and the dense, boundless Qianyuan Holy Demon Army—it was simply too terrifying.
"Even if we somehow win a miserable victory, so what? Dragon Controlling Mountain might still be waiting behind us." Another Willow Leaf core figure spoke even more disheartening words. Dragon Controlling Mountain might be lurking like a yellow sparrow waiting to strike.
Although Pei Yupo had said earlier that surrendering would be useless and that they would still slaughter everyone, perhaps it might work after all?
At this moment, Ye Wucan was of course wavering madly as well. If not for the fact that the Qianyuan Holy Demon Hall still wanted to kill him on sight, leaving him completely unable to clear his name, he truly would have tested the waters by surrendering.
Facing the frenzied barrage of abuse from the Willow Leaf crowd, Ye Wuzhi declared boldly, "A-Jing is still outside the city!"
The moment those words came out, the Willow Leaf core figures who had been relentlessly berating him abruptly fell silent.
They had nearly forgotten that Sikong Jing was still making arrangements outside the city. They had no idea what he was doing now, nor what else he might do.
Yet Ye Wuyu continued shrieking, "What else can he do? Maybe he's already run away."
With her words, the Willow Leaf crowd's