But neither of them had ever considered lending Su Shi'er and the others a hand.
The strength Demon Venerable She Sheng had displayed was such that, if they truly faced him, the slightest carelessness could cost them their lives.
Even if they won by some stroke of luck, Xuan Nu Tower would likely settle accounts with them afterward.
Given Xuan Nu Tower's current state, whether or not a Devil Race fiend had been plotting behind the scenes, the two of them could not shirk their responsibility.
The lives of Xuan Nu Tower disciples that had been stained upon their hands were simply beyond counting.
"Looks like these two little fellows have no intention of helping you. Could it be... you're counting on that Body Integration stage sword cultivator behind you?"
"East Sea Sword Saint Liu Hua, was it? After the power you expended in the battle just now, how much of it have you recovered by now?"
With a cold laugh, Demon Venerable She Sheng made no effort to conceal his disdain for the two early-stage Body Integration cultivators fleeing into the distance.
He did not think much of their strength, but if they intervened, they could still cause him some trouble.
Unfortunately, human cultivators were always like this. At the slightest conflict of interest, they would first fight among themselves until the world turned upside down.
His gaze withdrew and fell instead on East Sea Sword Saint Liu Hua behind Su Shi'er.
Liu Hua stood where he was with an expressionless face, never uttering a word from beginning to end.
Just as the other party had said, he no longer possessed the strength to fight.
At this moment, seizing the time to recover as much True Yuan and cultivation power as possible was what mattered most.
Wasting words for