Time passed.
Three hours remained until the ultimatum's deadline.
Within the White Tiger Yao Nest stood an enormous imperial palace.
This was the Six Spirits' temporary palace in the White Tiger Yao Nest.
Bang!
Clad in white scale armor, Yin Spirit Rouzhao knitted the king-shaped marking on his forehead tight, cold, savage Demon Aura spilling uncontrollably outward.
Reading the ultimatum from the Heavenly Calamity Yao Nation, he felt his limbs turn icy even as boundless fury surged into his heart.
"Damn him! How dare he bully us!"
"That bastard, how dare he... how dare he do this!"
Yin Spirit Rouzhao ground his teeth. The Six Spirits had already compromised, even abandoning their foundation in the Black Tortoise Yao Realm ahead of time. Although their main purpose had been to evade Everlasting Heaven's scrutiny and schemes, they had also intended, to some extent, to avoid the Heavenly Calamity Yao Emperor's cutting edge.
Yet even so, the Heavenly Calamity Yao Emperor still refused to let them go, issuing such a brazen ultimatum as though determined to fight them to the bitter end.
What gave him the right?
What gave the Heavenly Calamity Yao Emperor the right to do this?
Did being strong mean he could humiliate them however he pleased?
Did he truly think the Six Spirits were afraid?
Yin Spirit Rouzhao did not believe he had done anything wrong. He ached to charge back into the Black Tortoise Yao Realm right now and kill the Heavenly Calamity Yao Emperor once and for all.
But he also understood that he could not win alone!
Although the Six Spirits' spiritual manifestations back then had been inferior to their true bodies, they had possessed eighty or ninety percent of their strength. With the Six Treasures of the Yin Palace, they had even matched their