Halfway through speaking, he suddenly came to his senses and slapped himself so hard he saw stars, then bound his mouth again with utmost speed, his eyes shrinking in fear.
I... I didn't say anything.
Flood Great Shaman snorted, reached out, and grabbed Great Shaman Bingming bodily over to him. Rubbing him between both hands, he actually kneaded the tall, straight-backed Great Shaman Bingming into a round little man five inches tall, then plunked him down on the table before him.
Only then did he untie the strip of cloth over the little man's mouth and remove the ice from inside it. With a pleasant expression, he said, "Of all our brothers, you're the most forthright and eloquent. Go on, speak freely. I'll let you talk to your heart's content."
Great Shaman Bingming shook his head incessantly in terror.
Flood Great Shaman set him right before his eyes to look at, paid him no further heed, and continued on his own. "Speaking of those ten mighty figures of the Demon Race... I might be able to fight a few of them to a draw, but I would definitely be no match for the ones ranked at the top. Take Kunpeng, for instance. Even with my current cultivation and strength, I still fall far short."
"And those ten Demon Race crown princes... their strength is difficult to assess."
Flood Great Shaman said softly, "So... the situation isn't merely far from optimistic. Perhaps pessimistic would be the right word."
Flood Great Shaman had admitted that he was no match for them.
Everyone's expression grew all the graver.
Flood Great Shaman was already the strongest on the Three Continents' side, yet he admitted that he was no match for several of the Demon Alliance's higher-ranking powers. The prospects for battle were indeed bleak,