"Damn it!"
Dancer's face went pale with shock.
Changes had erupted in the Far West, shaking heaven and earth. The eighteen mighty cultivators' power had surged, their dojo radiance filling the skies. Before such a Life and Death crisis, all three paths within his body as the First Yama issued warnings.
His expression turned vexed. Beneath the pressure of this scene, his lord's words—"Trust me"—seemed so laughable.
Even he, who could preside over the grand affairs of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, had lost all sense of direction.
The mighty cultivators could wield their dojos, but if he used his own dojo, the endless [Fire Crows] now possessing the Far West's fortune would reduce him to dust and scatter his soul.
"If my strength were still at its peak, if the Light-Dark Dojo could manifest within heaven and earth, I..."
Hatred welled up in his heart. If he had not spent most of the day battling the Fire Crows, leaving him with only thirty percent of his strength, then judging by the pressure of those mighty cultivators in the sky, he could have dealt with at least three or four of them—and perhaps even defeated them!
"At this point, there is only the path of escape. My lord cannot come to harm, and my Underworld brethren..."
He turned his head to look at the Delusion-Breaking Divine Tree, which had already begun to go berserk, his eyes full of reluctance.
Inside were the loyal officials of their Underworld, reliable members of the Nether Offices who occasionally made fools of themselves. They might have been subordinates and superiors, but they were also close friends. Yet now, he had no choice but to abandon them.
He began searching for Li Yaotie. Knowing how important the Li clan members were to his lord, he