Thus, although the cultivators of the various factions had breached Xuan Nu Tower, each faction had suffered heavy losses when Demon God Xuantianjun appeared.
If they kept looting, they might find cultivation resources to offset some of those losses.
But the problem was that their Primordial Spirits and Nascent Souls might catch someone else's eye at the slightest lapse.
To other cultivators, those were excellent cultivation materials.
Besides, though Demon God Xuantianjun had left, there was no guarantee he would not return.
If it happened again, none of them dared imagine the outcome.
Not to mention Master Jiekong, who had arrived so suddenly, had clearly come to aid Xuan Nu Tower.
He was at the Tribulation Crossing stage and could withstand Demon God Xuantianjun's spells and techniques.
Someone like him was far beyond anyone they could afford to provoke.
The cultivators of the other factions, who had already been retreating, fled even faster now.
In moments,
almost no one remained inside or outside Xuan Nu Tower except a few surviving disciples. They looked around blankly, unable to say whether they should rejoice at surviving or grieve for their fallen fellow disciples.
Against the vast expanse of the sect grounds, Xuan Nu Tower now seemed utterly deserted.
Still, the crisis threatening Xuan Nu Tower with destruction had come to an end.
At the mountaintop,
in front of Su Shi'er, Master Jiekong watched Demon God Xuantianjun depart. His eyes shone, and he remained standing straight.
Nearby, Tan Taiqing worked swiftly, heedless of her own injuries.
With a wave of her hand, a surge of true essence enveloped and gathered the surviving Primordial Spirits and Nascent Souls of Ye Qingxue, Li Piaoyue, and the others.
Then she hurried forward to Master Jiekong and cupped her fists in salute.
"Junior Tan Taiqing, master of