"Could the remaining two have been cowed by Nangong Tian's fearsome reputation and backed out at the last moment?"
At that thought, Liu Yu exchanged an unobtrusive glance with Kongzhao.
The same thought flashed through both their minds, and their expressions gradually grew grave.
On the front lines of the Human-Demon War, even Nascent Soul Cultivators had to tread carefully.
To Demon Kings, a human cultivator's nascent soul was a potent tonic, no less effective than natural spirit treasures.
Moreover, they might also have to face the threat of a Great Cultivator.
Viewed that way, it would be perfectly understandable if Huang Mei and the other cultivator chose to withdraw.
But if they lost two fighters at the nascent soul middle stage, the two of them would also have to reconsider whether to take part in this operation.
If the risk was too great, they could only give up this opportunity.
After all, however fine the treasures, they needed to be alive to enjoy them.
Accepting the invitation merely meant they were willing to shoulder a certain degree of risk, not that they were rushing to their deaths!
The Ruined Sword must never be exposed. If both middle-stage True Lords fail to come, I'll have no choice but to abandon this venture.
The thought flashed through Liu Yu's mind.
He was indeed willing to take risks for crucial resources, but if the danger was simply too great, he would likewise recognize the difficulty and withdraw.
After all, he was only two hundred and ninety-one years old. Compared with his sixteen-hundred-year lifespan, he still had ample time to plan, so there was no need to rush.
Besides, even if he only consumed spirit herbs, his cultivation speed would still far exceed that of other True Lords.
Within the Astral Wind Layer,