The seven-person squad quickly exchanged words, surrounding Zhang Yinghe as they continued to roam the battlefield, searching for the giant demon banner trees.
At this moment, the six Saints, except for Zhang Yinghe, along with the Great Saint, all secretly made a resolve:
"Even if we die, we must protect Zhang Yinghe. Because Zhang Yinghe's abilities can already change the outcome of a local battle!"
This is a heaven-sent fortune, and it must not be abandoned.
In the core, surrounded by the Saints, Zhang Yinghe grasped his spear even more firmly, his eyes filled with determination and a bright, clear light.
"Back then, when the Starfire Emperor stood up during the decline of our clan, he constantly faced tremendous difficulties and rose against the odds, securing a future for the Human Race."
