Lu Xiaotian naturally had no intention of directly challenging an Earthly Immortal expert like Zhao Ruhai, who had cultivated the God-Severing Robe. After all, while the Heavenly Mulberry Fruit had benefited him in certain ways, it had mainly allowed him to use his power on a whole new level and given him an inexplicable affinity with the Heavenly Mulberry Forest and the Mulberry Spirit Tribe. It could not directly raise his combat strength to the level of an Earthly Immortal.
Seeing the perilous situation of these two dozen or so Mulberry Spirit warriors, Lu Xiaotian realized this was an excellent opening to draw closer to the tribe. If he could work his way into their ranks, obtaining the Tears of the Mulberry Spirit might prove much easier later on.
On the other side, Cen Ming and Yue Feng's battle grew ever more intense. The Mulberry Spirit warrior Yue Feng held a slight advantage in divine abilities, but he could do nothing about Cen Ming's God-Severing Robe. Several times, Cen Ming had used the robe's formidable defensive power to wipe away Yue Feng's advantage.
Zhao Ruhai's face was as dark as still water. Though he had the upper hand, he would still need some time to defeat his enemies.
This was the Heavenly Mulberry Wasteland. Even if he slaughtered every enemy before him, that would only resolve the immediate crisis. His Earthly Immortal squad had already lost several members in a fierce battle against the Withered Silkworm Chrysalis. The survivors had been scattered by the chrysalises' charge, and Zhao Ruhai and Cen Ming did not even know how they had escaped the Withered Cave amid the swarm's pursuit.
Forget completing the Heavenly Court's mission and obtaining the Tears of the Mulberry Spirit. Even getting out alive had become a distant hope.