As True Lord Chihuo's words fell, the auras of the hundreds of Fusion Dao Realm cultivators around him actually began to link together through the massive Chain Formation.
A will steeped in greed, madness, and desperate resolve pressed down like dark clouds on the hearts of True Lord Jiemie and his four companions.
Blood Butcher clenched his fists, the blood-red baleful aura around him almost solidifying.
But in the end, he did not move. He could tell these people were not joking.
They truly dared to detonate their Laws and drag them all into grievous injury.
"Brother Jiemie..." Kongxuan looked at Jiemie, his voice carrying a trace of gravity.
He had not expected matters to reach this point either.
A mob of Fusion Dao Realm cultivators had backed them into a corner by threatening mutual destruction.
If word got out, where would the five Unity Realm experts hide their faces?
But pride was a small matter. If they were caught in the detonation of hundreds of Fusion Dao Realm cultivators' Laws, even their Unity Realm Origin Essence would suffer violent upheaval.
Who knew how many Chaos Years it would take to repair?
They were at a critical juncture, needing time to comprehend the True Saints' insights. They could not afford any mishap here.
True Lord Jiemie said nothing. His gaze swept over Qingmu and Xuanshui within the formation.
With their Laws being drained away, both men's auras had weakened to the extreme, their faces pale as paper.
If this dragged on any longer, their Dao Foundations would be damaged even if they were rescued.
He glanced at True Lord Chihuo, then at the cultivators behind him with their frenzied expressions.
These people had become desperate outlaws.
"What do you want?" True Lord Jiemie finally spoke, his voice betraying neither anger