"Fellow Daoist Mu Lian, thank you for your kind intentions."
Right then, a spirit consciousness voice transmission sounded in Mu Lian's consciousness—it was from Su Zhu of the Sword World not far away.
"You can just watch the battle from the side. There's no need for you to help me. I have my own ways of dealing with it."
After saying that, Su Zhu of the Sword World nodded at her.
Mu Lian frowned slightly in confusion.
Right now, the 18 Supreme Perfected Spirits were about to join forces and form an encirclement. Su Zhu was already an arrow at the end of its flight—what else could he do?
Even if he still had the strength and could release any other peerless divine powers, could he defend against the 18 peerless divine powers?
Mu Lian looked at Su Zhu with a conflicted expression and sighed internally.
She knew that Fellow Daoist Su Zhu must have asked her to watch the battle from the side because he did not wish to implicate her.