Liu Wentai felt a tightening in his chest, his emotions complex.
He trusted in the substantial strength of Qi Yuan, yet he couldn't even begin to imagine the pressure Qi Yuan was facing at this moment.
How could they resolve this situation without the presence of a Supreme Power?
Unfortunately, the Supreme Powers of this world were high above, barely seen in such a trivial place.
"Alas, I am too weak. Otherwise, I would fight alongside the caretaker of the City of No Return," lamented Liu Wentai.
At that moment, on the battlefield, Qi Yuan was like a god of slaughter. With only his sword, he killed wherever his eyes landed.
At present, his slaying of demons had reached 10%.
In the midst of the massacre, his eyes turned increasingly bloodshot, and various emotions such as greed, rage, and pride swirled in his eyes.
The more Qi Yuan killed, the more spirited he became.
"Give me more, give me more!"