Fate or misfortune, Li Yan was unsure, and now he couldn't afford to ponder these matters.
Thinking of this, he composed himself and looked at everyone, calmly saying:
"I'll go."
As soon as he spoke, the expressions of everyone varied.
Gao Zhenxiong was naturally filled with excitement and joy. Last night's battle had caused severe losses to the army, with many of the Mystical Sect's high priests and sages sacrificed, leaving only some ordinary disciples. Now, the only one with a chance to break through was Li Yan.
However, he also knew the dangers of this move, so he couldn't bring himself to speak.
Sha Lifei and the others, however, wore faces full of concern, wanting to stop him.
"No need to persuade."
Before they could speak, Li Yan stood tall, "The army's provisions are insufficient for five days, and even if the Fu Xi Formation can block the Evil God, it can't stop those pirate experts, who will undoubtedly continue to ambush us."
