As compared to the immortality of the ancient tree of the netherworld, the filthy air it emitted was comparatively insignificant.
Fahai and the rest who were standing afar were even more fearful. This filthy aura of the ancient tree was one of the things celestials hate the most. Those who cultivated and reached the state of celestials were all with clear minds and pure souls. Once contaminated with the filthy aura, god knows how long they needed to meditate to get rid of their demonic barriers. If they were careless and caused a Dao trial, they would have no place to go cry at.
Those who were eager to help earlier were no longer volunteering to assist anymore.
Chen Jinchang and Fang Yanying looked at each other. They would not sit and watch Shen Lian fight with that weird mammoth tree alone.