"What is it?" Ye Guichen glanced at the Demon Saint.
Although Ye Guichen now knew that it would not be easy to easily kill the Demon Saint, it was still not a problem to fight him to a draw.
Even if the Demon Saint really left, Ye Guichen could still restrain him.
Moreover, considering that the Demon Saint had helped him, Ye Guichen now no longer had any intention of killing him.
Especially after hearing what his mother said, Ye Guichen felt that the Demon Clan's resistance against human cultivators and Immortals wasn't without reason.
As the saying goes, one doesn't clap with one hand.
Perhaps those Immortals were not benevolent characters.
The Demon Saint smiled bitterly, "Originally, I had thought of leaving here to seize the territories of the Immortals, but now I have suddenly changed my mind."
As he spoke, the Demon Saint slowly raised his hand, and a golden imprint gradually emerged there.
The imprint seemed ethereal, just floating in the Demon Saint's hand.
