"The elderly, weak, sick, and disabled should retreat back to the Spirit Realm!" Xiao Chen glanced back at the people of the Spirit Race and said indifferently, "We don't need you here!"
"Clan Elder, we will help you retreat to the Spirit Realm!" Mu Ling said.
"No need. Although I am injured, it's not so severe that I can't walk. You all stay here to help Young Master Xiao!" The Clan Elder said, forcibly standing up despite his injuries, gesturing for the wounded members of the Spirit Race to fall back.
Mu Ling and Mu Feng stayed behind and fought shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Chen, confronting the Immortals Palace and the Demon Race.
Seeing this, Xiao Chen didn't say anything. His gaze returned to the two Divine Honorables, and he said indifferently, "Seeing your companions die tragically, don't you plan to run?"
"Hmph, what skill is there in a sneak attack?" The tall Demon Lord snorted coldly, "If we fight fair and square, how could you kill the Dark Venerable so easily?"
