Facing eight Heaven-Reflecting Ones, did Yaoyao and the Saint Master lack the power to kill them one by one?
No.
The fact that they could keep all eight Heaven-Reflecting Ones on the defensive was proof of their strength.
They had shown every faction across the starry sky that even with only two Heaven-Reflecting Ones, Earth's true fighting strength rivaled that of the planets at the bottom of the Top Ten.
What came next was to settle the matter once and for all.
To do that, they had to draw every part of the problem here.
Otherwise, if Yaoyao and the Saint Master killed several Giants outright while surrounded by eight of them, wouldn't they frighten the rest away?
Holding the upper hand without killing anyone was just right.
Anyone watching from the shadows would think the two were strong, yes, but there was still hope of defeating them. After all, the Great Heavenly God—and Demon Ancestor Beifeng—were no weaklings.
With the others joining in, their chances looked better still.
If they failed to kill those two now, while every faction was gathered, and let them escape, the Heavenly God Race and its allies would never know peace.
Wei Xilin had just arrived, further strengthening Earth's enemies. Victory truly seemed within reach.
For Yaoyao and the others, the Saints had first drawn out Luo Qicheng. Luo Qicheng had drawn out the Three Giants, and the Three Giants had drawn out five more Heaven-Reflecting Ones.
Those eight Heaven-Reflecting Ones had, in turn, drawn out the final three.
Now there was nothing left to worry about.
They had proved their strength. Next, they would reclaim Earth's glory with blood and slaughter—and perhaps raise its might to heights it had never reached even in the Primordial Era.
Now that everyone was here, not one