"Pang Ji, you deserve to die," Mo Pozheng said, his face filled with murderous intent.
The Ancestor was in such a wretched state now. His injuries were not the problem, but his internal power had been damaged. Even if Mo Pozheng rescued him, there probably would not be any good way to restore it, would there?
If the Ancestor's internal power could not be restored, all his efforts would have been wasted.
Right now, he wanted nothing more than to tear Pang Ji into ten thousand pieces.
With the Ancestor present, the Demon Hall could originally have swept across the world, even with ancient monsters from ten thousand years ago like Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly appearing in the Jianghu.
In truth, this was merely another Thousand-Year Period. It was just a little more unusual because the central figure in the Demon Hall was the Ancestor, the First Demon Hall Master, rather than a New Hall Master as in the past.
Their opponents in the Jianghu had likewise been replaced by old figures like Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly and a handful of exceptions like Huo Lian and Wu Xuancang.
As long as the Ancestor was there, none of these people were cause for concern.
His Tomb Clan should also have been able to escape its fate of continuing to guard the Land of Slumber.
He, in particular, would have become the second most important person in the Demon Hall.
Someone like the Ancestor probably would not personally manage the Demon Hall's affairs.
Then he would have been the one who actually held power in the Demon Hall.
The Pang Family, Pang Ji-all of them would have had to stand aside.
Unfortunately, Pang Ji had ruined all of this. His beautiful dream had shattered.
It seems getting out with Kui Yong will be difficult,