Zhang Yan's tone was full of an ominous atmosphere, which made everyone listening feel a chill.
Elder Shen lowered his head in thought. When the elders of the Demon Sect flew away from the peak, he had paid close attention, and roughly estimated that there were more than thirty of them.
In the previous battle, the elders of Mingcang and Yuxiao sects suffered heavy casualties. How could the Demon Sect elders be any better off? Most likely, they too suffered significant losses. Even those who managed to survive must be exhausted, far from their full strength.
On our side, except for the deceased Xu Daoist, the rest have actually not expended much mana and still have the strength to fight.
Thinking of this, he immediately bowed and said, "The Old Daoist is willing to assist."
