Inside Pangu Hall, the atmosphere was as heavy as the moments before a tempest. The Twelve Ancestral Witches sat in their respective places, their faces burning with a rage that seemed to ignite the very air. The flickering candlelight cast eerie, distorted shadows across their furious expressions.
Gonggong was the first to erupt. He slammed his great axe into the stone floor with a thunderous crash, the blade embedding itself so deeply that the entire hall trembled. "I simply cannot swallow this! We were on the verge of completely eradicating the Demon race, but Dao Ancestor Hongjun had to go and meddle! Isn't it obvious he’s siding with the Demon race?" His voice, like a roll of thunder, sent the bronze cauldrons in the hall vibrating.
Dijiang’s chaotic form spun rapidly, emitting a whistling wind as if venting his inner discontent. "Hmph, this one-eon prohibition is utterly absurd! The Wu Clan has suffered countless casualties—are we just supposed to let it go?"
Chapter 56