After all, the major Golden Immortal factions of the Demon Domain were no pushovers. If they joined forces, even Forbidden Void would have no choice but to avoid their edge for the time being.
And now that they had finally obtained a legitimate chance to slaughter to their hearts' content, naturally they did not want to miss it.
That was also why they charged at the very front in every battle. They might be simple-minded, but they were not fools.
Now, however, these people's surrender left them deeply frustrated—especially those on the verge of breaking through.
There were still a full fifty or sixty thousand True Immortal cultivators here. If they slaughtered them all, a large portion of them would be able to step into the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm.
They did not want to miss such a tremendous opportunity.
After all, Forbidden Void was also part of the Demon Domain. They had entered Forbidden Void to fight in support of their own faction's prodigies; even the Golden Immortal factions could not pick a single fault with that reasoning.
But now, these bastards had actually surrendered. They were prodigies, at least—why were they so spineless? Why did they have no backbone at all?
Yet no matter how unwilling they were, they did not dare make a move. One after another, they turned their gazes toward Ye Lin and Poison Venerable.
Poison Venerable was the one they were loyal to, while Ye Lin was the one Poison Venerable admired. They knew that only those two had the final say now.
As long as the two made it clear that they would not continue, then no matter how regretful they were, they could only stop here.
No matter how desperately they yearned for it, they did not dare overstep the line.