"What poison is this? How could it be so vicious?"
"No idea, but Senior Zhao Gongming gave him medicinal pills. Wood Duke should be fine."
"Damnable Demon Race! I'll go fight them to the death!"
Inside the somewhat crowded Hall of Brightness, a host of immortals and gods simultaneously turned to look at the Heavenly General who had spoken. The latter hurriedly nudged the comrade beside him and shot him a meaningful look.
Talk him down. Talk me down!
"Ah! Old Zhu, don't be rash! We must wait for the Water God to come and decide!"
"Has someone gone to invite the Water God?"
"The Water God seems not to be at the Water God's Mansion. The Heavenly Generals have sought an audience many times, but have been unable to see him!"
At the very back of the Hall of Brightness, immortals had formed a cloud couch. Wood Duke lay upon it, his entire body a ghastly green, his breath like a thread.
The immortals and gods exchanged glances. Several Third-rank Orthodox Gods stepped forward and promptly steadied everyone's hearts, ordering heavy guards at the five Heavenly Gates and telling them not to panic.
A few rumors spread throughout the Heavenly Court: Wood Duke had been ambushed and was now grievously wounded, his life and death unknown. The Water God had vanished without a trace and might likewise have been ambushed by Demon Race experts.
The Heavenly Court began to stir with unease. Many immortals, gods, and Heavenly Generals gathered of their own accord, preparing their magic treasures and readying themselves to go to war with the Demon Court at any moment.
Overall, though the Heavenly Court did not have many top experts, those above and below were fairly united in heart.
Yet compared to the Heavenly Court, the Demon