By now, the Lord of Destiny and the others understood as well: they had taken the blame for someone else.
At first, they still had not been sure who it was, but judging from the way the Dragon Emperor and Feng Jiutian had charged out just now, it was most likely Li Xinghe, that one-of-a-kind Old Six, again.
Aside from him, no one could do something that shameless.
But now, they were too lazy to argue. With matters having developed to this point, they had no choice but to resist the Evil Spirit Race with all their strength.
This concerned the life and death of the entire Primordial World, as well as the opportunity on Eternal Mountain.
But they would not just watch Li Xinghe have an easy time either.
"Li Xinghe, if you still don't make a move, don't blame us for being impolite," the Lord of Destiny roared furiously.
He had already locked onto Li Xinghe's position.
Li Xinghe was helpless and could only reveal himself, releasing all the experts from the Demon God Hall and the Pangu Clan.
"Everyone, go all out. Killing the Evil Spirit Race can also turn them into Primordial Source," Li Xinghe secretly notified them.
Originally, if the Primordial World went all out, they could still contend somewhat with this half of the Evil Spirit Race's experts.
But now, some traitors had appeared in the Primordial World, and the scales of victory instantly tilted toward the Evil Spirit Race. Even if Li Xinghe's side intervened, it was likely they could not change this situation.
He just could not figure it out. The Evil Spirit Race clearly could not communicate with the Outside World, so how could they possibly have chosen so many "spokespeople"?
This was not just one or two sects, but dozens