Two hundred million Zhantian!
They were not merely standing by and watching. They decisively turned traitor, becoming the blades and swords at the flank of Li Tianming's army. They joined the crushing slaughter and prevented the Eight Gods from escaping.
This move was ruthless!
But if it were not ruthless, how could it count as a pledge of allegiance?
For their two hundred million Zhantian God Clan soldiers, this was the only path to survival.
Once the five hundred million Yanhuang army emerged, the balance of power between both sides was utterly overturned!
With such an imbalance, even if Zhantian resisted stubbornly, their fate would still be death.
Thus, Granny Yin knew full well that if they wanted to live, the other five clans had to die even more miserably and swiftly!
"From this day onward, we are no longer the Zhantian God Clan. We are merely the Ghost God Legion under the Emperor!"
As Granny Yin's words spread through Zhantian, they carried a faintly tragic grandeur.
Their two hundred million troops all understood!
"Look on the bright side. If Motian or the other Sinful clans had been given such an opportunity, they would never have hesitated."
"Whether we betrayed Zhantian or not, it is enough that everyone knows it in their hearts..."
"Kill! Kill!"
From the stunned, terrified expressions on the faces of the five clans before them, it was clear that most Eonic Gods had never been mentally prepared for Zhantian's resolve.
This showed that the Eight Gods had dominated the universe for far too long. They truly were too unaccustomed to defeat; even defeat itself was unfamiliar to them. How could they understand betrayal?
When Granny Yin shouted, "We are merely betraying Zhantian," many Eonic Gods on the side of the five clans knew that they were