They discovered that only four of them remained.
Though the Twelve Golden Immortals certainly had their disagreements behind closed doors, they were still quite close when facing a common enemy.
The losses they had suffered today were nothing short of devastating.
After a moment of silence, Guang Chengzi left Spirit Mountain with his remaining junior brothers, utterly despondent.
From that moment on, the feud between the Chan Sect and Lin Tian was set in stone.
Meanwhile, everyone on Spirit Mountain cleaned up and continued preparing their plans to undermine the Human Race.
The Two Western Saints sat on Spirit Mountain, speechless.
They had never imagined that three Saints' spiritual power clones acting together would meet such an end, cut down beneath Lin Tian's Green Duckweed Sword in a single strike.
"We absolutely cannot let him live!"
Jieyin's attitude toward the Human Race had not initially been as extreme as Zhunti's. But now that the conflict between Spirit Mountain and Lin Tian had escalated beyond all hope of resolution, letting Lin Tian continue to grow would leave Spirit Mountain waiting for its own destruction.
"The Journey to the West Calamity is almost over. Once it ends, Spirit Mountain will muster every last ounce of its strength and attack the Human Race! We must wipe them out completely!"
Zhunti spoke with bloodshot eyes.
Destroying the Human Race meant shouldering an immense burden of karma. One careless misstep might even drag all of Spirit Mountain down with it.
But neither of them had expected matters to reach this point.
For some time afterward, the Human Race and Spirit Mountain seemed to have reached a tacit understanding. Neither side made a move.
Yet almost everyone in the Three Realms felt the wind filling the tower before the mountain storm broke.
After returning to Jiangzhou,