Ying Sanmeng did not know, but he still remembered what Brother Black Scale had said.
Victory might well hinge on gaining just a little more time, so they had to keep stalling.
In truth, if Ying Sanmeng had not taken so many hostages and destroyed the Cangyu Sect's grand formation, he could have left early like the eight Saint Martial demons and joined up with Sikong Jing. But if he had done that... it would have been very dangerous.
Without them causing such havoc on Cangyu Island, Chai Jiu would very likely have returned to guard the Absolute Formation Gate.
"Ying Sanmeng, even if you received the inheritance of the first master of the Cosmic Vein, you're still such trash."
"Get down!"
As Chai Jiu's words fell, his bombardment grew even more frenzied.
Ying Sanmeng, of course, formed formations madly with the two Divine Martial elders, unleashing their strongest defensive stance.
Boom boom boom...
Under Chai Jiu's attacks, Ying Sanmeng and the other two coughed up blood again and again, yet they still held their ground, refusing to retreat as they continued buying time.
At that moment, everyone on Cangyu Island was watching this Cangyu conflict that had almost been laid bare in the open. All the neutral elders and guest officials rose into the air.
Yet not a single person showed any intention of intervening.
"Ying Sanmeng, let's see how much longer that turtle shell of yours can last... Break for me!"
Chai Jiu wildly increased his force. He knew that this strike would surely blast the defensive barrier of Ying Sanmeng's group of three into scraps.
Ying Sanmeng knew it too. They had reached their limit.
Before absolute power, they truly could not hold on any longer!
Just as Chai Jiu was about to shatter the defenses of