"Brother, what do we do now?"
Ma Long looked at the few Featherman Warriors, as a streak of cold sweat started to break out on his forehead.
He knew that if Asquen hadn't died, Yan Moshan would have to face the attack of many Feathermen at the same time, and by then, Yan Moshan simply wouldn't have time to protect them.
Thus, his plan to enter the Illusory Moon Treasury was basically going up in smoke.
Under the attack of the Feathermen, he could only choose to crush the Crystal Ball and leave this place.
However, before doing so, Ma Long still placed his last hope on Yan Moshan, hoping he had a way to resolve this crisis.
"Hahaha—"
Yan Moshan looked at Ma Long in front of him, shook his head slightly, patted Ma Long on the shoulder, and sighed,
"Ma Long, oh Ma Long, it seems you've never truly understood my strength! Do you think those Featherman Warriors pose even the slightest threat to me?"