The former has a high success rate, while the latter is equivalent to courting death.
Bai Wanxi obviously knew the difference too, as she leaned towards the Shu Bird Demon and whispered in his ear.
"If I lure away the other Hall Masters from the Foolish Underworld, could you sneak in quietly and finish off the individual?"
The Shu Bird Demon still shook his head.
The risk was still too great.
And the potential reward did not justify the risk.
That Wu Lvzhu, even at his best, was nothing more than a half-crippled shell; a Demon Martial Artist on the brink of collapse, what difference was there between him and a disabled person? Even if his body recovered, would he dare to use even a fraction of his Demon Martial Artist strength?
To do so would be to succumb to Demonization and rage uncontrollably, losing the ability to distinguish friend from foe, never to return.
Without it, he was no better than garbage, not worth mentioning.
