Just as Ancestor Minghe was gleefully "cleaning up" Mount Sumeru, in the mortal realm, Chaoge, the capital of Great Shang.
Inside the Human Emperor Hall, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Di Xin sat upon the Human Emperor's throne in a black dragon robe, his face as dark as still water.
Below him, Grand Preceptor Wen Zhong, Martial King Huang Feihu, and the other civil and military officials all wore deeply furrowed brows, not one of them speaking.
At one side of the hall, Kong Xuan sat cross-legged, his face still somewhat pale. He was circulating his power to heal his injuries, yet unyielding flames burned in his sharp phoenix eyes.
News of the crushing defeat at Three Mountains Pass had already reached Chaoge.
This battle had not only cost Great Shang tens of thousands of elite soldiers, but more importantly, it had dealt a severe blow to Chaoge's morale.
"Your Majesty."
Grand Preceptor Wen Zhong finally could not hold back any longer and stepped forward. The third divine eye on his forehead opened and closed, glinting with worry.
"There are now four experts in Western Qi's army comparable to Primordial Chaos experts. No one knows what demonic art Ji Fa has obtained, but his strength is unfathomable. The nine-tailed demon fox at his side is equally bizarre. Then there is Randeng, who has completely fallen to demonization, and Guangchengzi, the Vice Sect Leader of the Chan Teachings..."
Wen Zhong's voice was somewhat hoarse.
"On the other hand, General Kong Xuan's divine abilities have been countered, and he has suffered severe injuries. Though we of the Sect of Interception have many immortal masters, before experts of that level, I fear... I fear we are merely a drop in the ocean."
His words voiced the concerns