After listening to Fu Yu's words, Fu Xiyan and the others felt a bit more serious.
"I've already sent a message to Hai City, but I don't know if Mo Weiran can arrive before the formation is broken."
The opponent has a Ninth-order ancient martial artist, and right now, only Mo Weiran might be able to deal with him.
Jin Cengran frowned slightly at these words, murmuring, "Let's hope he can make it."
Jin Cengran knows Mo Weiran is a Ninth-order ancient martial artist and holds some hope for him.
However, Tang Yichen is truly worried.
After all, Mo Weiran is only at the Ninth-order Primary Stage, and his control over Ancient Martial Arts is not yet proficient.
Additionally, there are quite a few high-order ancient martial artists on the Angel side, while they barely have any above Fifth-order martial artists.
He's afraid that even if Mo Weiran arrives, he might not be able to repel the Angel faction.
Thinking of this, Tang Yichen furrowed his brows deeper.
