Below, the battle had entered a white-hot stage from the very beginning, even though Qian had drawn the attention of some Mist Ninja and held them back.
Even so, in terms of numbers, the Leaf was still at an absolute disadvantage.
And that made their situation extraordinarily difficult.
From time to time, Leaf ninjas looked toward Qian, hoping he would act.
However, after quite a while had passed, aside from occasionally moving close to the rear of the Mist Village's formation to harass them, Qian made no further moves.
This left the group of Leaf ninjas deeply disappointed.
And as the situation grew worse and their circumstances became increasingly difficult, that disappointment gradually turned into resentment, and... anger.
Qian faintly sensed this, but he paid it no mind.
He could even understand them.
In the face of a life-and-death crisis, those who could remain calm and rational from beginning to end would always be in the minority. Even if these ninja had far stronger wills than ordinary people, they were ultimately still mortal.
So it was only normal for them to blame their own misfortune on the indifference of the strong.
But in Qian's eyes, whether it was these Leaf ninjas before him or other Leaf ninjas elsewhere, they were merely waves in the journey of his life.
When he had energy to spare, helping out was no problem, just as he had done before.
But asking him to devote himself completely, risking damage to his own interests—especially his life—to serve them was undoubtedly a fool's dream.
In the end, whether they could survive would still depend on whether their own strength was enough, and whether reinforcements could arrive in time.
However, their luck seemed to be good.
Just as some among them were about to be unable to hold