The Winged Race's efforts to subdue Dao Entry cultivators over here were impossible to miss. Naturally, the Merging Dao cultivators they had abandoned saw everything clearly.
At once, one Merging Dao cultivator reported the situation to the Clone.
How could the Clone not know? This was all part of the plan. Even if the Merging Dao cultivators left behind had not noticed, he would have found a chance to point it out.
After putting on a show of observing the situation, he immediately gave the order. "You will do the same!" Then he cast a cold gaze over the Merging Dao cultivators. "Do not even think of defecting to that detestable Blood Race. If I discover anyone harboring ulterior motives, I will do nothing else from then on but hunt him down. Do you understand?"
The Merging Dao cultivators felt a chill run through their hearts and nodded repeatedly.
This completely extinguished any thought of defecting to the Blood Race. If a madman like this set his sights on them, they might not be safe even with the Blood Race's protection.
Their hatred for the Winged Race grew ever fiercer. If not for the Winged Race, how could their circumstances have become so dire?
Following the Clone's orders, the Merging Dao cultivators swiftly sprang into action as well.
Thus, the scene across this vast expanse became somewhat strange.
One powerful cultivator after another at Merging Dao Sixth Layer or above rushed about in every direction, subduing the scattered Dao Entry cultivators. Every Dao Entry cultivator who was subdued was directed to gather at designated locations ahead.
As a result, the figures engaged in chaotic battle across the immense battlefield dwindled day by day.
Those Dao Entry cultivators were no fools. Once they gradually understood what was happening, they no longer