He Already Had One Foot in the Heavenly Dao Realm-He Could Not Be Overpowered!

Beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool on Western Mount Sumeru.

Saint Zhunti gripped the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree tightly, cold sweat covering his forehead as he paced anxiously around the Merit Pool.

"Senior brother! We cannot wait any longer!"

"If Di Jun dies in the Yao Realm, the Chaos Bell falls into the hands of the Otherworldly Fiends, and the Demon Army is wiped out, our Western Teachings will truly be left standing alone!"

"The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains have allied with the Heavenly Court, the Underworld and the Wu Clan are watching the tigers fight from their mountain perch, and the Three Pure Ones of the Mystic Gate would love nothing more than to see us die!"

"If the Yao Realm is gone, who will serve as meat shields for our Western Teachings in the coming war between worlds?!"

Zhunti stamped his feet in agitation, spittle flying everywhere.

They had sensed the world-destroying upheaval from the Yao Realm with perfect clarity.

Although Di Jun had attained Hunyuan and wielded the Chaos Bell, he was nowhere near a match for that otherworldly commander in the half-step Heavenly Dao Realm.

That shrill toll of the bell and the aura of Di Jun flying backward, coughing blood, told them plainly that the Demon Clan stood on the precipice of annihilation!

Saint Jieyin sat cross-legged on the Twelve-Grade Merit Golden Lotus, the suffering on his face almost solid enough to take physical form.

He forcefully turned the prayer beads in his hand, drew a deep breath, and said gravely, "You are absolutely right, junior brother."

"Di Jun cannot die, and the Chaos Bell must not fall into otherworldly hands!"

"If we save Di Jun, the entire Demon Clan will owe our Western Teachings an immense karmic debt. On future battlefields, they will have