But Huangang roared in fury, "The facts are right before our eyes. How are you going to compensate us?"
The corners of their mouths twitched...
The two leaders looked at their losses, their faces turning from black to red. They had lost more than half their forces because of this.
It was all the Black-Clothed Youth's doing. They had been used by him.
"Say it! How will you compensate us?"
Huangang's fury surged to the heavens. He had been in the Vast Universe for over four years, yet he had never imagined he would encounter something like this.
They had actually been played so thoroughly by some sect that had appeared out of nowhere.
Their mouths still twitching, Wan Benzhong and the Giant Soul Marshal exchanged another look. A faint chill suddenly flickered through their eyes, as though they were communicating...
Should they simply go all the way and kill Huangang too?
After all, the Seven Decree Sect still had a second batch of people.
Huangang seemed to sense something as well, and his entire body trembled slightly. "Don't do anything rash! That mysterious sect remains an unknown factor. Our three sides must join forces, or else us all dying won't be a joke."
"Don't harbor any illusions..."
"Our second batch has been whittled down to fewer than ten thousand people."
He was telling Wan Benzhong and Giant Soul that although they still had two batches of people, the second batch had suffered too many deaths.
Just as Wan Benzhong and Giant Soul were hesitating... buzz!
Suddenly...
The surrounding evil baleful qi erupted. The Yin Spirit Evil Qi still lingering nearby suddenly howled and shot away, racing toward the depths of the Burial Emperor Tomb as though they had sensed something terrifying.
The three forces froze, instinctively looking toward the