Xiao Yan found a secluded corner and stood there, observing the entire battlefield.
"Master, are we really not going to help?" Xiao Yan asked, rubbing the Pitch-black Ring on his finger.
"Wait a little longer. The battle is still relatively stable for now. We have to conserve our strength; otherwise, if we expend too much later, how will we absorb the Fallen Heart Flame?" Old Yao's voice came from the Pitch-black Ring.
Through the Mysterious Spirit Secluded Bamboo, much of his strength had recovered, and he was now roughly at the level of a Five-star Dou Zong. But the Fallen Heart Flame had already reached Peak Dou Zong. Even if Liuli weakened it to its lowest state, it would still be exceedingly troublesome. He had to preserve his strength now, for the sake of his disciple.
"That's Han Feng, the one you mentioned, right?" Xiao Yan stared at the green-shirted man in the sky, who was relentlessly suppressing Hu Gan and Wu Tianlang, a chill flashing through his eyes.
Old Yao sighed, sounding somewhat melancholy. "I never expected that traitorous disciple to reach the Dou Zong realm and even subdue a Heavenly Flame."
"Rest assured, Master. If I get the chance, I'll definitely help you clean house!" Xiao Yan said softly, gently stroking the Pitch-black Ring.
Old Yao gave a hum and slowly said, "It is good that you have the intention, but now is not the time. He has cultivated longer than you, and he possesses a powerful Heavenly Flame like the Sea Heart Flame. If you want to catch up to him, you must at least absorb this Fallen Heart Flame first."
Xiao Yan nodded, then turned his gaze back to the battlefield.
There was no need to worry about Liuli for the moment. That girl had tricked