"Hm? Uncle Chiyan, I didn't." Beast King Qingsheng hurried to explain, sensing the anger contained in Beast King Chiyan's voice.
"You didn't?"
"But what you want to do is precisely what will drive our entire world down a dead end," Beast King Chiyan said in a low voice. "Is only your good brother, Beast King Heijing, alive in your eyes? Are the lives of the other beast kings not lives? Should they all be sent to die at your command?"
"Thirteen beast kings came out together, and only eight survived this battle. You feel nothing at all." Beast King Chiyan stared at Beast King Qingsheng.
Beast King Qingsheng froze. Feel something?
He truly had not felt much.
As he saw it, if those ordinary beast kings died, then they died. His father had plenty under his command.
Forget five. Even if fifty Flying Beast Kings died, Beast King Qingsheng would not care.
As long as he and the beast kings close to him survived, that was enough.
Only then did he sense the strange looks from the circle of beast kings around him.
"Uncle Chiyan, I was wrong." Beast King Qingsheng hurriedly lowered his head and admitted his mistake.
"Hmph!" Beast King Chiyan gave a cold snort and said in a low voice, "It's not only Qingsheng. The rest of you beast kings are probably all wondering why I, Beast King Leihui, and Beast King Heiguang didn't make a move earlier."
"You're also wondering why, when we had clearly formed an alliance, the other two great Beast Emperor factions remained still," Beast King Chiyan said.
The many beast kings flying along could not help nodding.
Throughout the entire native forces of Mingxu, from top to bottom, many beast kings were puzzled by this. They clearly could have swept through these