Xu was still somewhat apprehensive.
Or perhaps he was worried the True Spirit Demon Race would fight desperately, like a cornered animal making a last stand.
Even the Divine Extinction Thousand Peaks needed to be wary of them, so how could he, a newly Foundation Establishment Heterodox Cultivator, not be cautious?
Of course, if something really happened, he could just flee, as the Blood Corpse Escape was a perfect means of running, but the problem lay in the fact that while he could escape, Deadman Peak couldn't, and neither could his master Ye Chen and the others.
A day and a half later.
Wen Jiu had cultivated a hundred True Spirit Demon Race corpses into corpse blood, but his yin techniques were still abundant.
