What great benefit lay before them—why fear taking a little risk?
That was the first reason.
Second, this boy had laid down so many formations, had a Corpse Demon guarding him, and had even chosen a place so thick with spiritual energy. What he was doing was obvious, wasn't it?
He was breaking through a bottleneck, trying to advance his cultivation another step.
And as everyone knew, under such circumstances, whether cultivator or ancient demon, one was terribly vulnerable.
In other words, they could strike while he was ill and take his life.
Though doing so carried the suspicion of throwing stones at someone who had fallen into a well and was hardly open and aboveboard, what cultivator cared about that? As long as they achieved their goal, that was enough. Were they supposed to wait until he had broken through successfully before making a move? Only fools did that.
Since the other party was currently weak, the husband and wife had no more misgivings. Right now, he was nothing but a sick Tiger. They would take him down first and talk afterward.
The two thought Lin Xuan was a soft persimmon, but who would have known that in the end, they still failed to succeed in taking advantage of his peril? The Silver-Winged Corpse King had already fallen, yet at the final moment, the other party had successfully broken through his bottleneck.
Instead, they suffered greatly because of it, struck by the gathered Heaven-and-Earth vital energy. Though there had been fright but no danger, it had still consumed quite a bit of their magic power.
Damn it. When had the husband and wife ever suffered such hardship? Although the other party had advanced successfully, with the Saint Ancestor's command, there was no way they could let the matter rest