Peng Demon King's old face looked somewhat displeased, but the logic was indeed sound.
Since they were there to help, he couldn't say much.
However, what Peng Demon King was more concerned about was the upcoming battle.
Even though he had called for reinforcements, his own brothers, the Little and Big Roc Demon Venerables, he still felt uneasy.
After all, he had witnessed Kong Ni's strength firsthand, that steel-weakening, unshakable muscle, and the cold violence of his slap, which still made his cheek hurt just thinking about it.
Not to mention Kong Ni, let's talk about Elder Zi, once that skinny old man made a move, Peng Demon King was utterly powerless under his Iron Fist.
Although the Little and Big Roc Demon Venerables were much stronger than him, he was still unsure whether they could take down the Chopping Wood Sect. The only thing he was sure of was that even if they couldn't win, the three of them together could still escape without an issue.
