"Excellent!"
"I've long felt that, fellow Daoists, you shouldn't have started fighting over such matters and let certain people reap the benefits!"
"Did none of you notice just now that those fellows from the Demon Race had already concealed their auras?"
"Perhaps they're plotting how to strike at you all as we speak!"
"..."
At this moment, Zhenyuanzi also let out a slight sigh of relief.
That scene just now had truly looked like it was about to become a fight to the death. He had even prepared to roll up his sleeves, step forward, and have a grand brawl.
Fortunately, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had arrived in time and issued a decree, putting an end to the battle.
Otherwise, he would certainly have fallen into a pit this time.
"Humph!"
"Zhenyuanzi, don't put on this old good-guy act!"
"Exactly!"
"If those demons dare make a move, my brothers and sisters will make them perish on the spot!"
"Zhenyuanzi, don't forget how that old friend of yours perished!"
"..."
The Twelve Ancestral Witches naturally had no favorable impression of Zhenyuanzi and all snorted coldly at him.
This made Zhenyuanzi's expression turn somewhat ugly.
Still, what these Ancestral Witches said was not wrong.
His old friend had indeed been too much of a do-gooder back then. Otherwise, his end would never have been so tragic.
Meanwhile, Mo Wen's Divine Sense within the Tribulation Clouds naturally sensed that the Twelve Ancestral Witches below no longer had any will to fight.
He could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. With a tremor of his Divine Sense, he slowly withdrew along with the might of the Thunder Tribulation Divine Palace within the Tribulation Clouds.
The astonishing Tribulation Clouds overhead dispersed along with it.
The originally terrifying Thunder Dragons transformed into streaks of lightning