Just as Uncle Fu said, under the frenzied assault of the array's shadows, Ye Qiu was becoming increasingly battered, covered in wounds, and forced to retreat.
Seeing this situation, the triumphant smile on Uncle Fu's face grew even brighter.
"The outcome is almost decided."
On the side, outside the array, Zhuge Yang, hidden in a cave, shook his head as he observed the situation and said, "It seems you're saying there's no need for us to intervene?"
Hearing this, Rong Sect looked in Ye Qiu's direction, his eyes lighting up, and he laughed disdainfully, "Indeed, this Ye Qiu seems like he can't hold out much longer."
As he spoke, watching Ye Qiu being severely beaten by the shadows of the Feng Shui Masters, covered in wounds, looking very miserable, Rong Sect felt a surge of joy.
However, Zhuge Yang glanced at Rong Sect, then sneered and corrected him: "No, I mean that Ye Qiu is about to win."
