Qi Yue's group was suddenly hit with the devastating news, turning everyone's complexion instantly pale. Their luck did not continue, and the tactics they had discussed were of no use anymore. To endure twenty minutes under the fearsome attack of the six-winged Demon King Madawy Kyria might cause even greater energy loss than battling against the other groups. How could they have any chance to continue in the melee?
The suffocating atmosphere made it difficult to breathe. Number One roared, "Fight, brothers, no matter what happens in the melee later. If we cannot last twenty minutes in our battle with Lord Madawy Kyria, then the hard-earned opportunity will vanish. Without a doubt, as soon we start, we'll lead the attack. No one slacks off; we must exert our power to the utmost. By then, if we just manage to hold firm against Lord Madawy Kyria's attack, we will have carved a certain place in His Majesty Satan's memory."
