Hearing the Heavenly Demon before him, Chenyangzi could not help but stand in the sky, lost in thought. What this Heavenly Demon said was right.
He was confident he could defeat it, but killing it was far too wishful a thought.
At their level, thinking of killing a cultivator of the same rank was still asking too much.
If cultivators of the same rank were determined to flee, there was nothing they could do to stop them.
Besides, the Outer Realm Heavenly Demons' reinforcements would arrive at any moment. Once they came, everyone here would die. Not one would escape.
"Fellow Daoist."
At this moment, Chenyangzi turned to look at Tianjizi, who was healing himself in the distance, and spoke softly. Though he said nothing more, his meaning was already clear.
He had begun to consider retreating. He was not afraid of death, and neither were the cultivators present. If they had feared death, they would not have come.
They were not afraid of dying, but they feared dying without meaning.
Like now—when they could clearly leave, yet chose to remain here and wait for death. That was meaningless.
To die without the slightest meaning, to die for nothing—this was something they could not accept.
Seeing the look in Chenyangzi's eyes, Tianjizi shook his head. If he left at this moment, then even if Ye Lin did not die, he would be severely injured.
Moreover, he did not wish to see such a heavenly prodigy fall before his very eyes.
If Ye Lin did not fall, then with the talent Ye Lin had displayed so far, the Xuanhuang Great World would certainly have a place for him in the future. Put another way, among the pillars supporting the future, Ye Lin would surely be one of them.
Sensing the unwavering