The Imperial Dynasty elder had already been extremely weak when he arrived. Now, he seemed to have aged considerably more in an instant.
His eyes were utterly ashen as he looked at Great Calamity, and the weakness emanating from him made him seem on the verge of death.
Yet Great Calamity's gaze remained just as impassive and cold.
As though she did not care in the slightest about his despair.
Beside him, the Cold Sect and Blood Sect Ancestors stared blankly at Great Calamity, regret welling up in their hearts.
They had never imagined that a Spirit Transformation junior would have such heaven-defying backing. Their scheme had failed, and instead, they had dragged countless clansmen into it.
Their lifespans were nearly exhausted, and now they had no hope of obtaining Su Mo's heaven-defying Dao Arts. If their clansmen were all slaughtered because of this...
"I... I know what I must do..." The Imperial Dynasty elder gave a bleak laugh. "I only ask that the Netherworld Lord... spare my clansmen."
Everyone stared at the Imperial Dynasty elder in a daze. None had expected the Difficult Realm old monster, who had been so overbearing earlier, to be forced to agree to sever his own hands and cripple half his cultivation before any fighting had even begun.
They had thought Great Calamity would agree, but instead, she merely shook her head coldly and said in an icy voice, "Too late. The three breaths are up."
"If you want me to stay my hand now, the three of you must..."
"...take your own lives here!"
Those indifferent words instantly plunged the Imperial Dynasty elder and the other two into despair.
Their faces bloodless, the Cold Sect and Blood Sect Ancestors looked at Great Calamity, trying to find a thread of hope in her expression.