With Confucian Scholar joining the fight, Zhong Yushu's situation immediately eased considerably.
At least when his qi-blood surged, he could occasionally have Confucian Scholar hold the line, giving himself a little breathing room.
But Confucian Scholar wore a bitter expression the entire time, as though he harbored some deep grudge...
Every time the Demon God struck him with a claw or its tail, he sighed.
"I really... don't know how to fight..."
"I really should have run."
In just ten minutes, Confucian Scholar's face had grown much paler, and specks of blood stained his expensive scholarly robe.
"It hurts..."
Confucian Scholar frowned slightly, sighing again and again.
Fortunately, Zhong Yushu had already charged out, leaving him about half a minute to rest.
Perhaps the only thing that comforted them and gave them the drive to keep going was that the other three battlefields had already gained the upper hand.
After losing their Talent Divine Abilities, the Demon Gods were naturally at something of a disadvantage against the Laws Worlds of those at the Ninth Awakening.
Coupled with the panic deep inside them, they currently looked even worse off than he was.
Dawn Pass.
"Little Sun?"
"I thought you would go to Demon-Suppressing Pass."
A white-haired old woman looked somewhat surprised when she saw Sun Yingxiong.
"Dawn..."
"Was my son's post."
"He's gone. As his father, naturally I have to guard it for him."
Sun Yingxiong looked at the City Pass behind him, his gaze weathered as he spoke with some emotion.
"You're an old bag of bones. Spare me the sentimental talk."
"Three Demon Gods..."
"Let's finish this quickly!"
"Even if we both die, we have to take all three down."
"Let's go!"
Old Woman scoffed, completely unmoved by Sun Yingxiong's words.
People like them had long since witnessed