Hiss...!
Ji Meng left with his people.
The main reason was that Ziya, the strongest combatant he had brought, had been defeated. Continuing to fight would only waste time.
Because they could not possibly win. There was no hope of victory in sight.
Using several divine abilities at once—too terrifying.
How had Ziya been defeated?
Wuzhiqi excelled at water and wind, but clearly, compared to Fei Lian, who specialized solely in wind, he fell far short in the path of wind. This allowed Ziya to forcibly cut his way right up to him, instantly rendering Wuzhiqi's strongest water arts useless and catching him completely off guard.
Under such circumstances, sending up any number of people would have been meaningless.
The students were not immortals. Their control over divine abilities could not reach the point of moving them as easily as their own limbs or switching them at will. Once they encountered an innate divine ability that countered their own, even if they possessed strength capable of propping up the heavens, they would still have to lose.
Especially since the bloodlines of the remaining disciples were all quite ordinary. The highest among them were merely at the level of great demons.
No matter how powerfully one cultivated an innate divine ability of that level, upon encountering one at the Demon Saint level, it would naturally be a notch weaker from the outset. Not to mention that the other side could use multiple divine abilities together. Moreover, Ji Meng had set this as a single-elimination contest. Forget sending another nine people up— even if the nearly hundred disciples who had come took turns, the outcome would not change.
And there was another extremely important issue: New Method had produced results.
Under Shang Yang's witness, New Method had presented an extraordinarily remarkable answer.