"This... is difficult to say. However, those few strands of my devilish will were destroyed by the same person. That much is beyond all doubt." The voice within the chaos hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking.
"Only one person made a move? Looks like our luck this time was truly wretched. Most likely, we alarmed an old monster of the Tribulation Transcendence level. Otherwise, while devilish will cannot be considered anything remarkable to the likes of us, several strands joining forces are still not something an ordinary cultivator could handle." The ancient voice spoke with a sigh. "Tribulation Transcendence-level existences are all crafty old foxes. Since your devilish will has already been seen through, that interfacial passage will most likely not escape disaster either."
"Void, weren't you far too careless? You should know that the interface where we Outer-Domain Heavenly Demons dwell is different from other places. To reach the Spirit World, we must go through untold hardships. This time, after countless twists and turns, we finally managed to open that interfacial passage. It only needed to be nurtured for a thousand years before it could truly connect to the Spirit World and allow us to descend there. Yet because of one moment of negligence on your part, all our efforts have gone down the drain..."
That ethereal voice entered their ears once more, but this time, it carried a trace of anger. Clearly, its owner had come with the intent to call him to account.
"Hmph, how can this be blamed on me? Back then, though I was the one who suggested releasing devilish will across space to scout the path, none of you raised the slightest objection. Now that something has gone wrong, we should naturally all bear the consequences together. How can you blame me..." Void