"Everyone, stop worrying needlessly. We're just Spiritual Weapons, it's not our place to speak rashly about others' paths…" The Fox Woman, seeing the gloomy looks on all the Spiritual Weapons, couldn't help but speak.
"By the way, isn't Mister Turtle planning to intervene? This red barrier seems to be a Bloodline Divine Ability that only those with high talent among the Fire Saint Descendants can comprehend. Even if a Fifth Realm body can only unleash a sliver of its power, with Little Junior Brother's Fifth Realm Cultivation, it should be hard to endure until the barrier disappears, right?" The Fox Woman asked in confusion.
Mister Turtle chuckled, "This little storm is hardly worthy of my intervention—Demon Race grows by going through their own eighty-one tribulations, all far more difficult than this. The cultivation of Martial Artists in this world, compared to us, is too smooth.
