"If you ask whether I can certainly defeat you, that would indeed be hard to say. But if we fight to the death and perish together like jade and stone shattering, I believe such a possibility exists."
"Granted, Fellow Daoist, as a demonic cultivator, you may have other means of preserving your life. But if it truly comes to that, even if you survive by luck, your foundation will surely be grievously damaged. How much of your strength could you still retain?"
"When you return to Tantai Zhi's side, you would be a demonic cultivator with no value left to exploit. Tell me, would she go to the trouble of healing you, or would she... devour you? Tantai Zhi might not know of the supreme treasure, but the Heavenly Demonic Illusory Art you cultivate still holds no small allure for the Devil Race."
Su Shi'er stood with his hands behind his back. Immortal Essence surged within him, yet Buddhist light and Sanskrit seals appeared around his body.
The Sanskrit seals intertwined and flowed, fully displaying Su Shi'er's extraordinary foundation, yet he made no move.
At the end of his words, Su Shi'er even raised his head and gestured toward the Heavenly Demon phantom in the air.
Hearing this, the Demonic Cultivator Body's expression shifted slightly. Hesitation flashed through his eyes, and his gaze was no longer as resolute as before.
He naturally knew that Tantai Zhi had an interest in the demonic technique he cultivated.
It was simply that, back in the Quicksand Land, he had been the weakest one. Even though terror filled his heart, it had not been his place to say much.
"Heh heh, you have calculated things well enough. But even if I leave like this today and fail to complete Tantai Zhi's instructions, do you