"No need to say any more!"
The Demonheaven Emperor suddenly sneered. He stared fixedly at the Yin Emperor and said, "The grand Yin Emperor—how could he turn into a saint overnight? How could he possibly care about the life and death of another race? Everything he has done today only proves that he has betrayed the Heavenly Dao, betrayed the Eightfold Gods, and chosen to kneel and fawn over Yanhuang once again! Oh, right... this should be your own foolish decision alone, which means you have also betrayed the Warheaven Godclan."
The Yin Emperor shook his head. "There is no need to blow this out of proportion. My people and I have never betrayed the Heavenly Dao. Nor was this operation by your three races the united will of the Eightfold Gods. Do not presume to represent everyone. Even the Falling Star Gods still have hostages in the enemy's hands. You may disregard the lives and deaths of your own people, but others need not make the same choice."
Before the hostages were mentioned, the vanguard army had been manageable. But once this was brought up, the three Heavenly Emperors truly felt ready to die of rage!
Everything they had sacrificed had been for success, yet now it had all become water carried in a bamboo basket. Both armies were still locked in bitter combat—who knew how great the final losses would be?
All three of their races had already wagered their lives!
Yet Warheaven, which had not lifted a finger, had driven them into a dead end.
"Yin Emperor, just wait. The Heavenly Dao will punish you!"
The Demonheaven Emperor already understood that arguing with him would only waste time. He exchanged a glance with the Yinming Emperor, and the three of them sprang into action almost simultaneously, charging