Long Yue's words made Xi Lan's face change drastically. She said the result of their defeat could be significant, implying that the result might indeed be catastrophic.
"Zhen Wu is currently delaying. I estimate he won't be able to hold off for much longer," Long Yue said.
"It's a battle of wits, no matter if the outcome is a loss or win, these Ten Magnificent Imperial will inevitably make a move," Xi Lan accurately said. After all, the initiative is in their hands now; they can decide when and how to kill us, even with just a word or a movement.
Long Yue frowned, her complexion not looking too good. She knows the situation is urgent, but right now, there won't be anyone helping them here at Emperor Mountain.
"We are already besieged from all sides, surrounded," Long Yue said. "Perhaps no one will come to our aid."
Long Yue adopts a pessimistic attitude. The situation within the formation is probably already pitiful. When she was inside, it was already dire, let alone now.
