"The one attacking you is the Ancestor Spirit here, not me.
"Can't you see I haven't suffered even the slightest backlash?"
The Nether Emperor's expression suddenly turned cold as well, and he spoke as though it were nothing.
He had been powerful to begin with. Only by joining forces, five against one, and relying on the constraints of the Primordial Spirit Oath had they stood a chance of bargaining with him.
Although Poison Hand and Yang Zhenchan had now stepped forward alone, overall, the trend was still for the five of them to band together against him.
But now, an additional peak-level Ancestor Spirit had suddenly appeared, and it would not affect the Nether Emperor's Primordial Spirit Oath. Naturally, this made them wary.
Two peak-level enemies? One of them was even the Sixth Layer Nether Emperor?
They were finished!
If those two joined forces against them now, they would have no chance of survival!
Five Outer Scenery Triple Heavens could not contend against two Peak Experts.
The balance had been shattered the moment the Ancestor Spirit appeared.
Thus, on the surface, the Nether Emperor no longer seemed to care. He appeared remarkably calm.
"Haha, I forgot you're a descendant of Bomi. It's only normal for something like ancestral reversion to occur."
After his expression shifted for a while, the injured Five Poisons True Lord suddenly forced a smile.
What else could he do?
They had barely managed to maintain a balance through strength and the Primordial Spirit Oath, but now an Ancestor Spirit beyond the oath's restrictions had suddenly appeared. There was simply no way to deal with it!
All they could do now was hope that the other party would not dare act at the risk of suffering backlash from his own Primordial Spirit Oath. Perhaps they could still