The mountain fell silent. The atmosphere was so oppressive that the crowd could barely breathe, let alone talk.0

They couldn’t possibly agree to a battle in the Abyss of Dark Fog, but they couldn’t possibly disregard Su Yi’s threats, either!0

What were they to do?0

They’d already publicly declared war against Su Yi, and all eyes were upon them. If they gave up just like that, what face would their six factions have left?0

Nan Wujiu looked at Qi Nie. “Daoist Brother Qi Nie, before we issued our proclamation, you said you were completely confident that Su Yi would agree to duel us. Now look what’s happened. How do you think we should resolve this?”0

Qi Nie’s gaze was shifting and uncertain. Finally, he sighed. “There are only two paths left to us.”0

“Our first option is to agree to fight in the Abyss of Dark Fog and do everything in our power to settle things with Su Yi.”0

The crowds’ eyelids twitched, and they exchanged glances. It hadn’t been long at all since thirty-plus Immortal Kings had disappeared in the Abyss of Dark Fog. Who’d fight Su Yi in that blasted place if there were any other choice?0

Qi Nie swept his gaze across the crowd and continued, “Our section option is to...1