Just as Old Ancestor Ming He was gleefully "cleaning up" Mount Sumeru, in the mortal realm, Chaoge, the capital of Great Shang.
Inside the Human Emperor Hall, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Di Xin sat upon the Human Emperor's throne in his Black Dragon Robe, his face dark as still water.
Below him, Grand Tutor Wen Zhong, King Wucheng Huang Feihu, and the other civil and military officials all wore tightly furrowed brows and remained silent.
At one side of the hall, Kong Xuan sat cross-legged, his face still somewhat pale. He was circulating his power to heal his wounds, yet unwilling flame still burned in his sharp phoenix eyes.
News of the crushing defeat at Three Mountains Pass had already reached Chaoge.
This battle had not only cost Great Shang tens of thousands of elite soldiers, but more importantly, it had dealt a severe blow to Chaoge's morale.
"Your Majesty."
Grand Tutor Wen Zhong finally could not hold back any longer and stepped forward. As the third divine eye on his forehead opened and closed, it flickered with worry.
"There are now four experts in Xiqi's army comparable to Hunyuan. No one knows what demonic art Ji Fa obtained, but his strength is unfathomable. The nine-tailed demon fox by his side is equally strange. And then there is Randeng, who has been completely demonized, along with Guangchengzi, Vice Leader of Chan Teachings..."
Wen Zhong's voice was somewhat hoarse.
"By contrast, General Kong Xuan's divine abilities have been countered, and he has suffered grave injuries. Although we of Jie Teachings have many immortal masters, before experts of that level, I fear... I fear we would merely be a drop in the bucket."
His words voiced the concerns of everyone present.
This was no longer