"Redeem yourselves through merit?"
"That's right." Xid the Scarab took a crimson scroll from his Space Ring.
The scroll was about thirty centimeters wide—not very large, yet it radiated an astonishing crimson glow!
The light seemed almost tangible, forming a dazzling halo that lingered around Xid's claws.
At the sight of the scroll, the pupils of the six Dark Thunder Dragon God-ranks constricted.
They were all too familiar with this thing! It was one of God Lord's most commonly used methods for dealing with traitors! They never expected it to be used on them one day.
"I don't need to introduce this, do I?" Xid lightly waved the scroll between his claws. "A Blood Oath Scroll. One can be exchanged for 30,000 points in the alliance."
"No need." The Dark Thunder Dragon God-ranks stared blankly. Their leader said, "The Blood Oath Scroll is one of God Lord's favorite methods. As long as one writes their oath on the scroll, no cultivator can violate it. Otherwise, they will suffer backlash from the scroll. At best, they will lose thousands of years of lifespan; at worst..."
The Dark Thunder Dragon God-rank did not continue. At best, they would lose lifespan. At worst, they would die.
"Good that you know." Xid looked at them solemnly. "I can spare you, but on one condition—you must swear an oath on the Blood Oath Scroll. Once Darak emerges from seclusion, you must do everything in your power to delay him, delaying him until you can delay him no longer.
"As long as you're willing to swear the oath, I can let you go right now."
Upon hearing Xid the Scarab's words, the other dark energy God-ranks' eyes lit up!
That's right!
Killing these six Dark Thunder Dragon God-ranks would do no good, aside from venting their