Witnessing Netherworld Prison Dao Ancestor's subtle half-step backward, the hearts of countless Dao Ancestors sank.
One had to know that Netherworld Prison Dao Ancestor's strength was unparalleled among the Dao Ancestors. The Netherworld death qi swirling around him had already condensed into the beginnings of an Immortal Emperor. If he stood by Jiang Yun's side, he would be like an ancient, indestructible divine mountain standing in their path.
Especially since this was the Underworld. No matter how much evidence Peacock Venerable held, he would be no more than an ant trying to shake a tree.
"Alas, Dao Origin is seeking his own death!"
An old demon guarding Wrongful Death City shook his head and sighed, his eyes full of regret.
He could practically see Jiang Yun being suppressed already.
The Altar Phantom clung to Jiang Yun like a parasite, yet Jiang Yun insisted on arguing beneath Peacock Venerable's fangs. Wasn't that trampling all over Netherworld Prison Dao Ancestor's goodwill?
In his view, if Jiang Yun had been willing to lower his head and admit fault, then with Netherworld Prison's domineering nature, at most he would have been made to face the wall for a thousand years. Why had it come to the point where no one would help him?
Ditian Dao Ancestor's half-step forward abruptly halted, the fingers beneath his black robe turning pale from exertion.
He stared at the Netherworld barrier surrounding Netherworld Prison Dao Ancestor, his mind clattering away: without Netherworld Prison backing him, even if he proposed the compromise of releasing Dao Ancestor Gui Du, how could Peacock Venerable possibly let the matter rest?
By then, Jiang Yun would likely not only be suppressed—even he, Ditian, would be scorched by Soul River's demonic flames.
He secretly considered that perhaps retreating into the crowd now was the wisest