In the arena, the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace stood rooted to the spot, an indescribably complicated expression on his face.
Slowly turning his head, he looked toward the Demonic Cultivator Body in the distance.
"Why... why did you betray me?"
"Betray you? Holy Son, you jest. I am not your slave or subordinate.
Ours was merely a cooperative relationship. We could cooperate, or we could choose not to cooperate. Is that not so?
Besides, had the Holy Son not long since harbored the intention to kill me? I merely struck first. I did this only to save my own life. I trust the Holy Son can understand."
Demonic Yuan surged around the Demonic Cultivator Body, while the phantom of a heavenly demon behind him secretly formed hand seals.
Though he appeared to be guarding against the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace, he was more primarily on guard against Su Shi'er and the others.
Hearing the demonic cultivator's voice, the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace was momentarily left speechless.
He wanted to continue questioning him. After all, attacking him at this critical juncture meant giving up on borrowing Tiandao Palace's power to deal with the Devil Race.
But on second thought, he immediately realized that since the other party had done this, he must have reached some agreement with this "Daoist Tianshan."
"Good! What a Daoist Tianshan. I never imagined that after all my myriad calculations, I would ultimately fall into your hands."
As he continued speaking, the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace shifted his gaze onto the "Daoist Tianshan" before him.
At this moment, there was no trace left of Daoist Tianshan's previous appearance of grievous injury, when his breath had been as thin as a thread.
Though his face was pale, it was entirely because his strength and