In the palace.
A group of people looked at the Witch God with guarded expressions, clearly not wanting to experience that feeling of a life worse than death.
The Witch God looked around and suddenly laughed loudly, "I never expected all three marvels to be here, and their Cultivations are all so weak."
The Undying Young Master Xuan had a pounding headache. Had he known there would be so much trouble, he wouldn't have abandoned his Cultivation.
Now that he was targeted by the Witch God, he guessed he'd suffer torment for countless years again.
Sheng Wenjie's face wore a solemn expression, "Brother Lei, can you defeat the Witch God?"
The Thunder God gave a wry smile, "Defeating him isn't a problem, but he is still a god after all, it won't be a problem for him to injure me and draw blood."
Looks of disdain came from everyone present. After all that talk, wasn't it just that they couldn't beat the Witch God?
