With three cultivators of this caliber joining forces against Zhao Min, her situation could hardly be called favorable.
She possessed the strength to defeat False Nascent Soul cultivators across realms, but that assessment only applied to most False Nascent Soul cultivators.
Beyond that, there were naturally powerful cultivators whose combat prowess was equally outstanding.
The black-cloaked man Zhao Min had encountered today was one of them. Unlike Li Yan, she did not possess a multitude of methods, nor did she have many tricks to gain an advantage; most of the time, she had to fight head-on.
This was bound to be a bitter battle, to say nothing of the two cultivators at the same realm joining forces to surround her.
Just as the black-cloaked man made the first move, the gaunt, withered old Daoist suddenly extended a finger and rapidly pointed it at Li Yan.
At the same time, he gave a soft shout.
"Do not move. Waiting is the best outcome!"
The aura around Li Yan had just erupted. He needed to end this quickly; the enemy outnumbered them, and he could not let them all unleash their spells.
Yet with the gaunt, withered old Daoist's soft shout, Li Yan suddenly felt waves of drowsiness wash over him. The soaring battle intent that had just risen within him receded like a tide in an instant.
Li Yan clearly sensed that something was wrong, yet a voice in his sea of consciousness kept soothing him.
"Fighting others is nothing but a common man's courage. Endure for a moment, and the wind will calm and the waves will settle!"
"He is the knife and chopping board; I am merely the fish and meat..."
"..."
Those voices drifted everywhere through his sea of consciousness, magnifying over and over in Li Yan's mind...