Ying Sangdaiqiong finished speaking.
Hum!
With a flick of her pale, slender hand, she unfurled a scroll stained with blood. Written upon it in blood was the petition of ten billion Eonic Gods of the Zhantian Divine Race!
As the scroll opened, countless names of the Zhantian Divine Race's Ghost Gods came into view, inscribed in blood across its surface. The sight was chilling!
Emperor Yin watched in silence and gave no response.
Before him stood the wife who had shared his bed for countless years.
But now she, like the other Eonic Gods of the Zhantian Divine Race, stood against him.
Of course, he had always known that his wife was a staunch supporter of the Eight Divinities.
Now, with the situation as it was, countless people led by his wife wanted to persuade him to surrender!
"Husband, do you see?"
Ying Sangdaiqiong looked at Emperor Yin, resolve in her eyes. "This is the will of the people! The will of the entire Zhantian Divine Race! I've already contacted the Huan Tian Divine Race's Emperor Shen."
"Emperor Shen said that as long as we admit our mistake, surrender, and hand over the Zhantian Realm Core, the Eight-Realm War God Ghostblade, along with the astralship Imperial Ghost Emperor, they won't continue their assault."
"Once the Eight Divinities kill Li Tianming, they'll return both to us. They'll even let us rejoin the Eight Divinities and restore things to how they were!"
Even after Ying Sangdaiqiong finished, Emperor Yin remained silent.
Then the three male Ghost God Heavenly Kings behind her stepped forward, each speaking through tears.
"Heavenly Emperor! You mustn't hesitate any longer. As things stand, we have little time to decide!"
"We of Zhantian were always one of the Eight Divinities. Pulling back at the cliff's edge and returning to