Above and below the Ice Pond, two people were locked in a stalemate.
Zhao Xintong watched from the side, utterly confused. She could not understand the content of the battle; it was completely beyond her cognitive range.
She felt she could move now, but this did not mean the villain was gaining the upper hand; she could tell the villain's face was struggling, like that of someone with constipation, which inappropriately filled her with a sense of pleasure: so you have your bad days, too?
According to the villain's orders, she should leave the battlefield now, which was the best choice for a low-realm cultivator to not affect the outcome of the battle. She couldn't help, but at least she could avoid making things worse.
However, she did not move; this was not out of instinct for the fight, but out of the diviner's prediction of the battle's trends, she had a hunch that maybe she could do something?