Feeling the icy chill radiating from Leng Yan, the four exchanged glances at once. Each of them went on full alert, yet none rushed to make a move.
The four shared nothing more than a simple alliance, and every one of them was shrewd beyond measure.
They knew Leng Yan's strength was not to be underestimated. Whoever struck first would inevitably suffer the loss!
What should have been an overwhelming situation had instead fallen into a brief deadlock.
On the flying boat, Su Shi'er knew full well that this stalemate would not last long. And even if it did, the final outcome would still be unfavorable to their side.
At this moment, whether it was him or the seven true disciples beside him, all wore expressions of extreme ugliness.
A battle between Nascent Soul Stage cultivators was not something they could interfere with, much less influence.
The instant the two humanoid Fire Flood Dragons appeared, everyone knew things were about to turn bad.
After all, no matter how strong Leng Yan's cultivation and power were, fighting one against four would never be easy!
Yet the situation, already this dire, had worsened further because of the environment, reducing Leng Yan's strength by at least twenty percent.
How were they supposed to break this situation...?
Such a grim predicament sent everyone's hearts plunging straight to the bottom.
The seven true disciples led by Xu Yang quickly exchanged looks, but after a moment, each lowered his head helplessly, despair flickering in their eyes.
As true disciples, they naturally each possessed quite a few trump cards.
If they were facing other Golden Pill Cultivators, or even Half-step Nascent Souls, those trump cards might still offer a sliver of survival, perhaps even a chance to turn defeat into victory.
But the people they faced now