Zhao Hai looked at the people from the Nightwalker sect quietly. He was very clear that the reason why the Nightwalker sect had not made a move was not because they did not want to, but because they were waiting.
When people from the demonic sect fought with others, they would generally create all kinds of environments that were the most suitable for them before fighting. As for whether it was fair or not, they didn't care. Besides, they were cultivators. Other than sparring between cultivators from the same sect, if they really fought, it was generally life and death. No one cared about fairness or unfairness.
Zhao Hai knew what the Nightwalker sect members were planning, but he didn't move. He just stood there quietly and looked at them. His main task now was to guard the cave entrance and not let anyone else in. If he let anyone else in, huanzhen and the others would be in danger.
