Negotiations Break Down

Uh... why was there no movement?

Peony stood nervously beside Daoist Wang's body.

Ever since Daoist Wang's mental message, she had been waiting here, worried that he had lost his way and would be unable to find the path back.

Yet Wang Jixuan's body and brainwaves alike had fallen silent.

As though he had truly died.

Peony furrowed her brow tightly and repeatedly checked Wang Jixuan's condition. She also called Shen Qionglin, Amina, and Little Hua Ting over. The three of them could either offer ideas, had emotional ties to him, or possessed special abilities for calling back souls. They might all prove useful later.

Thus, her own tension became the anxiety of an entire group.

Zheng Shiduo and Red Snake moved back and forth beside Daoist Wang like two mobile targets.

Out of the corner of her eye, Peony glanced at the Projection Screen, diverting part of her attention toward the three envoys sent by the Human Race.

To be fair, Sword Nine, Luo Tianjin, and the Vice Palace Master of Slaughter God Palace could join forces to fight a Grand Beginning Golden Immortal.

But what they were about to face was Brahma, who possessed the authority of the Heavenly Dao and unfathomable divine abilities.

So far, Peony had gathered less than thirty percent of Brahma's combat data. If she truly had to confront Brahma head-on, she was not entirely confident either.

There is no war with a guaranteed victory.

Peony sighed softly to herself.

She hated this uncertainty.

Sword Nine looked at the lines on his palm.

He could clearly sense that, at this moment, the gazes of most experts throughout the Immortal Realm were fixed on him and the two "fellow Daoists" beside him.

The three of them had come as representatives of the Human Race,