What a pity.
Wang Jixuan sighed softly to himself.
He had wanted to watch Feather God Palace and the Dark Cult beat each other bloody, but seeing heavyweight higher-ups from both sides appear, he knew this local war could no longer continue.
They had arrived far too quickly, instantly cutting Daoist Wang's enjoyment in half.
A piercing gaze swept over him. Wang Jixuan's foreign soul shuddered, then immediately steadied itself without revealing the slightest flaw.
"You have quite the nerve."
Venerable Zhihui frowned slightly as she looked at the Dark Cult Heavenly Immortals before her, whose numbers had been severely reduced.
Though she was the Vice Cult Master, she normally did not concern herself with the Dark Cult's external campaigns.
However, the Dark Cult and Feather God Palace had clashed fiercely beside the Fusang Divine Wood this time, and the Dark Cult had suffered excessive losses in a short time. Left with no choice, she had stepped forward and promptly contacted a Vice Palace Master of Feather God Palace with whom she was acquainted—
namely, the old man in golden armor beside her.
The two had appeared together precisely to stop their factions from continuing the battle.
Most of the Dark Cult's immortal soldiers had been sent to the Mortal World. Their headquarters had the most True Immortals and Heavenly Immortals. If they truly went to war with Feather God Palace, Feather God Palace only needed to deploy a hundred thousand immortal soldiers, along with a certain number of Heavenly Immortal Experts, to force the Dark Cult Headquarters into a costly drain of manpower.
Therefore, the Dark Cult could not defeat Feather God Palace, nor should they go to war with them.
Venerable Zhihui slowly paced through the clouds. Her beautiful eyes shifted, her expression cold, while her voice remained