"It really is the Heavenly Emperor Yin-Yang Mirror!"
At that moment, even the disciples of Pu Lingyi's clan branch were fired up!
They had not left at all. Instead, they threw up their arms and cheered where they stood. The young Eonic Gods embraced one another, overjoyed beyond measure.
"Brother Yi, they succeeded! They were right!"
In their excitement, the youths had even forgotten to look at Pu Lingyi's expression as they shouted beside him.
Pu Lingyi's eyes stared at Li Tianming and the others, who were slaughtering their way through the battlefield, nearly tearing apart. His heart twisted beyond recognition.
It was not that he did not want to win. It was just that his string of previous actions had pushed him onto a road with no turning back. Even if they won now, he would still lose face!
By now, many people were already secretly laughing at him.
The more righteous and indignant he had sounded before, the more ridiculous he looked now!
"Lin Feng has already killed the Nine-Child Ghost. The Eight Gods' leader has lost another member! Our odds have risen!"
"If Dugu Meng has no one protecting her and dies here, her warbeasts will all go out of control. I said long ago that the Devilsky Gods are a double-edged sword. This is our chance!"
"What are you all still standing around for? Kill!"
"Kill!"
The clan disciples around Pu Lingyi, who had just been fleeing alongside him, now waited for no decision from him at all. They turned around and charged back out!
To Pu Lingyi, watching his own people rush past him and charge outward felt like a betrayal, filling him with rage.
"Stop!"
He clenched his fists and growled, but no one listened. The scene was too chaotic; they all treated him