The Scream

The Twelve Heavenly Guards had underestimated that Quasi-Sage's strength, and they were about to pay for it. That left them thoroughly frustrated.

Frustrated or not, the Twelve Heavenly Guards had no intention of surrendering. At their level of cultivation, how could they possibly be so "agreeable"? If it came down to it, one of them could detonate his Primordial Spirit. They would all go down together. Who was afraid of whom?

The detonation of a Daluo Golden Immortal's Primordial Spirit could certainly drag a badly wounded Quasi-Sage down with him. Under normal circumstances, that "deal" seemed worthwhile.

But these were hardly normal circumstances. If more than one Daluo Golden Immortal detonated his Primordial Spirit now, it would not be just one Quasi-Sage who died. Everyone would. A self-detonation could not be controlled; it would hurt friend and foe alike. That made it hard to say whether the "deal" was worthwhile.

Besides, even if the Twelve Heavenly Guards detonated their Primordial Spirits, they would not truly die like other people. At worst, they would be "thrown back into the furnace and remade." Yuan Tian could still bring them back to life in the Star Palace, though their cultivation would return to where it had started.

And while all twelve were badly wounded, they still had one move left: Merit.

The Twelve Heavenly Guards possessed not only spiritual energy but Merit as well. Merit truly was a marvelous thing. It could heal their wounds quickly, whether internal or external. Given enough of it, even the gravest injury could be cured. But using it this way was terribly "wasteful." Few people would do it; anyone who did would look a little foolish.

After all, no one would squander their wealth like that unless they had no choice. Even Yuan Tian seemed never to