As Ju Mang's words fell, the Wooden Spirit Treasure Tree appeared.
Emerald light shot into the sky. Its canopy spread wide, and as its branches and leaves trembled, the vitality of Heaven and Earth surged forth.
Xuanming's fighting spirit had long been charged to its peak, cold light flashing in her eyes;
The Severe Cold Fangtian Halberd spun in her hand, its blade humming as it carried grim cold qi. Frost formed upon the tips of her hair.
Her long hair danced wildly as Xuanming's aura tore through the sky:
"Come, come, come! The Primordial Wilderness's number one! Last time, when you faced the Mystic Gate as a whole, I never got the chance to test myself against you!
Today—let us have a good, satisfying fight!"
With a clear cry, Xuanming stepped upon the snow and charged upward, cold light streaking in every direction.
At that moment, Di Jiang still stood where he was, unmoving.
Their eldest brother had yet to speak. Zhu Jiuyin, Tian Wu, and Houtu merely stood quietly as well, making no rash moves.
The aura around Di Jiang became deep and heavy.
As the clan leader, there was far too much he needed to consider. He could not act on hot blood alone.
Especially after the Wu Clan had sought to destroy the Demon Race, only to be easily intercepted by Hongjun;
Then, in their clash with the Mystic Gate, they had fallen one move short.
The Wu Clan's belief that they were invincible in battle had developed cracks.
Even a trump card like the Twelve Divine Fiends Great Array was no longer invincible.
Chaotic thoughts and mounting worries entwined Di Jiang;
The survival of the entire clan and the glory of Pangu's Orthodox Lineage forced him to become cautious.
And acting cautiously would inevitably dull