"Remember, we're not here to fight this black dragon. Our goal is only to enter the Second Realm. The black dragon's range of movement is restricted, so it can't do much to us. At worst, we'll suffer a few injuries," Wu Mu barked.
Earlier, they had continuously lured out the mindless Giant Dragon Clan members from Dragon Valley, mainly to observe them while weakening some of Dragon Valley's forces.
Now, the other giant dragons would not have much of an impact on them. As long as they charged with all their strength toward the spatial passage at the center of Dragon Valley, they could smoothly enter the Second Realm. After all, the black dragon could not kill them all in one go.
There might be casualties, but Wu Mu did not care. He was confident that nothing would happen to him; the lives and deaths of the others had nothing to do with him.
Though these people were all experts from Death Hell, in Wu Mu's eyes, they and he were not even from the same world.
He was a lich. In the future, he was bound to become a Sovereign. Although the people beside him were currently at the same realm as him, in the end, they would likely be stuck outside the Sovereign Realm, unable to advance a single step.
What was more, Wu Mu knew full well what these people were thinking. They merely wanted to curry favor with him so they could gain the protection of his elder brother, Little Lich.
And was he not using them as well? The more people there were, the lower the risk.
In fact, he considered this group of eleven to be rather small. If the First Realm had not scattered everyone's positions and been absurdly vast, he could have