"I'll have to think about it—" Mu Qingyan pondered.
"There's no time left. He's cultivating the Demon Heart Sword Body and the Sword Tiger is entering demonhood. If he takes another step forward and no one stops him, everyone will die. Have you forgotten the tragedy that the fall of the Netherworld Palace brought?"
"If I could, I would never do such a despicable thing, but I can only rely on you to suppress his continued descent into demonic madness."
"If you don't believe me, let's use the Void Realm to suppress him. This way, it won't harm him, but will make him experience something like 'Huangliang's Dream,' how about that?"
Jiang Tianling was somewhat anxious and said several sentences in a row, as if the situation had reached an extremely urgent point.
