The immense pressure from the Celestial Tribunal, the scrutinizing gaze of the Immortal lineage, and the fear of disability weighed on him like mountains, making it impossible for him to give the same response as the other three.
"I understand," Zheng Wentian said, feeling as though a weight had been lifted from his entire being. He was filled with disappointment in himself, yet also felt a sense of relief at not having to persist in the battle.
When he realized the relief in his heart, Zheng Wentian couldn't help but feel contempt for himself.
Just then, Qian Wangsun patted his shoulder and said, "Don't overthink it. When it's time for me to retreat, I will retreat too. We might only end up fighting one or two more rounds than you."
Zhou Bai helplessly watched the three who insisted on fighting and finally reminded them, "You really don't need to share the burden with me. I can handle them on my own. When it's time for you to give up, give up. Don't waste your futures here."
