A green beam pierced through the white figure and crashed into the ground with a boom, sending grass and splinters flying as a huge pit appeared.
Bai Qi lay in the center of the pit, his white robes gradually dyed red with blood. He stared at the wood staff embedded in his chest, its green light gleaming, his despair filled with unwillingness. Though the staff had pinned him down so thoroughly that he could not move, he still clutched the Black Radiance Nether Mirror tightly. It was the symbol of his rule over the Netherworld; even in death, he could not lose it.
The two hidden within the Ancient Language Tree saw Bai Qi suffer a grievous blow, but because of the terrain, they could not see clearly into the pit or tell how he was doing. Yue Qianchou turned back and sent Da Minglun a rueful voice transmission. "Who would have thought? Who would have thought the unluckiest one would be Bai Qi? This Old Man Mu really is something—he let both sides off, yet singled out Bai Qi."
Little did they know that although Mu Yuanzi disliked killing, he governed the entire Ancient Forest. Seeing outsiders arrive and slaughter without restraint, leaving countless dead and wounded, how could he stabilize the hearts of the forest's living beings without stepping in and making an example? So after picking and choosing, Bai Qi—who seemed least deserving of punishment—ended up suffering the disaster instead.
Jin Tai glanced at Bai Qi in the pit, dead or alive unknown, then looked at Mu Yuanzi. His heart pounded in terror.
Mu Yuanzi reached out and grabbed. The wood staff tore free, spraying blood as it flew back into his hand with a sharp whoosh. He cast a cold look at Jin Tai. "Get out,