Although they had suffered such heavy losses because their enemies had laid an ambush beforehand, Shi Yue felt the real reason was that they were not strong enough. If they had been strong enough to kill Mo Yunzi's two Demonic Beasts, the battle would have gone completely differently.
Next time they encountered the Devil Race, they couldn't meet them head-on. They had to wage a war of attrition, wearing them down little by little.
Xiaoyaozi nodded. "At any rate, it's good that you made it back alive. Focus on recovering from your injuries. I'll keep an eye out for the materials needed to upgrade the Wind Flame Sword."
Shi Yue nodded, rose, and headed toward the basement.
When he arrived, he took out a pale-golden jade casket and opened it. A Mini Nascent Soul flew out—the Nascent Soul of White Moon Sword Venerable.
His physical body had been destroyed, and Shi Yue planned to reconstruct one for him.
"Alliance Leader, your subordinate has failed you." White Moon Sword Venerable's face was full of remorse.
Ning Wuque had destroyed his body partly because of his formidable strength, but also because White Moon Sword Venerable had underestimated him. Facing a junior he had once known, he had let his guard down for a moment.
If he hadn't been careless, Ning Wuque wouldn't have destroyed his body. If Shen Yudie hadn't rescued his Nascent Soul in time, White Moon Sword Venerable would have suffered Death and Dao Dissipation.
"Hmph. So you know you failed. Did you think that because you entered the Body Integration Realm before Ning Wuque, and because he reached the Mahayana Stage through unorthodox means, you were stronger than him?" Shi Yue scolded him coldly.
He understood White Moon Sword Venerable. Older cultivators, relying on their reputations, inevitably looked down