Demonic Cultivatior

"Brother, are you alright?" Ye Kongru asked with concern etched on her face.

"I am well enough," Ye Nolisi replied, and his voice was smooth, and his face was calm, like he didn't have any fight at all. He looked at her, "And you? You seem unscathed. That's good."

Ye Kongru nodded, "I am fine. But Grandma's fight... it is beyond our strength to interfere. This does not bode well."

The air around them buzzed with tension, and the sound of clashing swords echoed through the clearing.

"Brother, What should we do?" Ye Kongru asked anxiously, fear laced in her voice.

Her brother, Ye Nolisi, took a moment to survey their surroundings before answering. "First of all, let's get away," he said with urgency, "We are weak and no match for our enemy in this fight. It's better to retreat than to stay here and potentially endanger ourselves and Grandma."