Cao Xianming stared at the flickering stream of data before him, his fingertips cold.
This was the first time he had encountered odds of victory that kept changing.
It was not that the calculation was inaccurate. The numbers themselves were changing...
As though alive, they swung back and forth around 50%. Each refresh tightened his stomach a little more.
He could not say exactly what had gone wrong.
But he knew one thing very clearly: the scales were tipping toward a loss of control.
And the only thing he could do was bring out those who could still survive before failure became utterly irreversible.
"Remember." Cao Xianming closed the Light Screen in his palm, his voice very low. "The odds are stuck around fifty percent, constantly fluctuating. I've never seen anything like this."
Yang Yong, Wang Ying, and Zheng Xiaofeng all felt a weight settle on their shoulders.
Before coming, they had thought it would be simple...
Lend a hand. Nothing dangerous.
But now, when Cao Xianming said "fifty percent," the uncertainty in his voice was more unsettling than any warning.
Yang Yong's Two-Yang God-Sealing Banner had improved.
Zheng Xiaofeng's Armorer Sequence had also advanced to Iron Armorer.
The only weak link was Wang Ying. She had yet to master her blade technique and could not fight at full strength.
But could just one person make their odds drop this far?
It made no sense.
The three remained silent for quite a while.
In the end, they spoke in unison...
"The problem is on Wei Yu's end."
There had to be some major trouble hidden over there.
As for exactly what it was, they could not calculate it.
The four discussed it a while longer.
Four, supposedly. Really, it was only three.
Zheng Xiaofeng did not speak the entire time.