Yi Jue looked at the aggressively pressing First Prince Ji Ao and closed his eyes in pain.
For him to hand over the secret spell Ye Zhen had entrusted to him, of which he alone held the control permissions, was impossible.
He had personally been cultivated and promoted by Princess Changle. If he betrayed Ye Zhen, neither he nor his entire family would have any place left in the Ancestral God Hall.
But if First Prince Ji Ao truly brought in a Ritual Authority, the situation would become even more difficult.
So all he could do now was close his eyes and remain silent.
Seeing Yi Jue utterly uncooperative, First Prince Ji Ao's eyes immediately flashed with murderous light. He nearly gave in to the impulse to search Yi Jue's soul.
But at that moment, terrified cries suddenly came from ahead, from Marquis Kaiyuan Ji Guan and Deputy General Tang Zhe as they charged toward the Demon Slave Camp.
"Don't! Fall back!"
"Everyone, fall back!"
"You Demon Slave bastards, you dare resist? You're courting death, do you understand?"
"Whoever dares make a move, your whole family dies!"
Marquis Kaiyuan Ji Guan and Deputy General Tang Zhe were so tense that their words came out in a jumble.
The instant First Prince Ji Ao looked up, he sucked in a sharp breath, his heart trembling.
Almost at the same time, whether it was Marshal Hua Yong of the Fire Swallow Army, He Qi, marshal of the Northern War Zone First Army, Staff Officer Fang Su, or even Mr. Tu in green robes, who had occasionally appeared behind First Prince Ji Ao these past few days, all sucked in a breath of cold air.
The two Dao Realm experts following behind First Prince Ji Ao immediately stepped forward and shielded him. Their