On Tianwu Star, atop Tianwu Sacred Mountain.
Inside a gloomy stone chamber, three figures sat cross-legged opposite one another.
These three were precisely the three Void Gods stationed in the Witch Tribe: the main lineage's clan leader, Wu Jing, Ancestor Jiashen, and that Chong Shen.
The atmosphere within the stone chamber was frighteningly heavy, as though filled with lead.
As for the complexions of Wu Jing and the other two, each was uglier than the last, looking downright ashen.
"Clan Leader, what do we do?"
After a long while, Ancestor Jiashen asked in a deep voice. Right now, with the Tianming Star Witch Tribe branch lineage wiped out, chaos was about to erupt throughout the entire Witch Tribe.
Countless tribesmen were in an uproar; some wanted to go find Su Mo for revenge, some worried about the main lineage and the other two branch lineages, and still others demanded making peace with Su Mo to resolve the enmity.
In short, the entire clan was now in a complete mess.
"Su Mo has already matured and must be killed as soon as possible. If we wait another few years, I fear even the three of us will no longer be able to kill him!"
Within Wu Jing's eyes, an extreme, bone-chilling coldness surfaced, resembling the ice of the Nine Nether Underworld that would not thaw for ten thousand years.
As the clan leader of the main lineage and the ruler of the Witch Tribe, with a branch lineage destroyed, the fire of fury in his heart was simply beyond measure.
Yet, unable to trace Su Mo's whereabouts, his rage found no outlet and he could only endure it.
"Clan Leader, Su Mo's whereabouts are erratic and cannot even be divined. How can we possibly kill him?" The cold-faced Chong Shen sighed