When Zhu Mu saw Poison King turn against him, he knew things had gone terribly wrong.
He dodged Ying Cang's attack, then turned to warn Poison King:
"Only I know the art that can take us back to reality! Follow me and you can return. Follow them, and you're courting death!"
Jiang Ping An immediately said, "Once we subdue Zhu Mu, I can read his soul and obtain his secret art! I'll take everyone back to reality!"
At those words, the Clan Leader of the Sacred Blood Tribe, who had been suppressing his rage over the slaughter of his people, suddenly turned the Divine Sword in his hand against Zhu Mu.
"You damned beast! You slaughtered my people. Today, you'll pay for it!"
Before this, the Clan Leader had had no choice. The moment he saw the tide turn, he joined Jiang Ping An's side.
The God King fighting Ming Shu saw this and immediately stopped attacking.
"Actually, I'm a man of great integrity. When I tried to capture Brother Jiang earlier, I really meant to take him away so Zhu Mu couldn't get his hands on him."
As he spoke, he unleashed a Divine Art at Zhu Mu to make his allegiance clear.
In that moment, apart from Zhu Mu, all five Ninth Level God Kings on the battlefield stood on the same side.
It was Jiang Ping An's strength that had brought about this reversal. He had broken the balance and turned the people Zhu Mu had brought against him.
The God Kings fixed their sights on Zhu Mu as one.
The ghost-face mask on Zhu Mu's fleshy sphere twisted. Anger and fear tangled in his heart.
He had thought that if he acted personally and brought two Ninth Level God Kings, capturing Jiang Ping An would be