The realization that he'd walked into a trap hit Ye Fan like a physical blow. Fury boiled within him, but a flicker of caution doused the flames.
No, charging in recklessly wouldn't work. He needed a plan, one that didn't involve unleashing his demonic energy. The moment he did, their little trap would undoubtedly spring, most likely with Xia Qingwu emerging from the waterfall to join the fray. That wouldn't be pretty.
Escape, then. That was the priority. But how? Both Wang Li and Xiangyi were formidable opponents, their cultivation levels on par with his own. Without access to his full demonic arsenal, he was on the back foot.
Frustration gnawed at him. This wasn't supposed to be this difficult!