The harsh scolding from their own boss rang in their ears, yet they could not refute a single word. Anyone would have felt utterly stifled in their place.
It was not that Zhan Li's subordinates intended to stall for time. Lin Yi was simply too difficult to handle. He was as slippery as a loach and impossible to catch, and whenever he found an opening, he would even bite back from time to time. Facing someone like him was pure torment.
Could they just turn around and attack that old man Gongshu De? That was not realistic either.
This kid's Source Power seemed inexhaustible. The moment they turned around and tried to leave, anywhere from several to more than a dozen Forbidden Spells would mercilessly rain down on their backs.
The top-tier Forbidden Spells of the Lower Plane truly could not breach the defenses of Anxing's elites, nor could they inflict even the slightest damage on Zhan Li's dozen-plus subordinates. But with so many skills being hurled at them, their vision blocked and their original positions shifted, it was still immensely troublesome.
It felt like several flies constantly buzzing by their ears and crawling all over their bodies. Just how irritating that was went without saying.
Watching his own subordinates get toyed with so thoroughly, Zhan Li could not help growing agitated. The people he had brought with him were all elites who usually followed him into battle against High Gods.
When facing High Gods, these people had never struggled this much. If anything, they only grew fiercer as the battle went on.
So why, when they encountered Lin Yi, did it feel as though they had punched cotton, unable to exert even a shred of force?
His gaze uncontrollably flicked toward Lin Yi. Forget his subordinates—even Zhan Li himself