No territory—just slaughter people!
When the Cult Master heard this, his black-and-white eyes not only lit up, but also gained a hint of amusement.
"Brilliant! I was too focused on territory before and forgot we could still hit people! These people have defected to the Eight Gods. If we go up there now and cut through the mess with a swift blade, we'll not only slaughter the dogs, but also slap their masters across the face twice right from the start!" The more the Cult Master spoke, the colder his eyes became.
Clearly, they were already itching to make a move.
The Heaven Nine Cult had bottled up a huge surge of anger when they charged out this time, only to accomplish nothing. They could only huddle within Zhaoyu Divine Que, and they were already holding back a bellyful of rage.
"The crucial point is still to weaken the enemy's living forces while boosting our morale... The Eight Gods are powerful. If we give them a hard beating right from the start, it'll help raise everyone's confidence. Especially the Primordial Wing Clan of the three stars—Jiang, Lin, and Chen—they desperately need the confidence to fight the Eight Gods!" As Li Tianming spoke, he walked to the entrance of the Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb and looked in the direction of Great Jiang Eonstar.
His capture of Pu Fengyun and the others this time had actually been an extremely risky move. Right now, all kinds of opinions filled the Jiang, Lin, and Chen stars; they still weren't united as one.
To them, Fengyue Meng had chosen another path!
Li Tianming wanted to prove to his own people that if they chose to become someone else's dogs, they would be the first to suffer!
Between Jiang, Lin, Chen and Fengyue Meng, whose choice