Looking at the twelve figures in the distance, Blood Pupil silently gritted his teeth.
These guys were far too disloyal.
No matter what, they were all living beings of the Southern Region, all from the south. They were supposed to be on the same front.
Who would have thought that, in the end, he would be sold out by these people?
These guys had clearly discussed it beforehand.
Before notifying Venerable Mo Xing, couldn't you have told me? Couldn't you have included me?
His head throbbed.
He wondered whether it was still too late to switch sides.
If he switched sides, and the person behind him lost, he would still die.
Why was he doomed no matter which way he turned?
What the hell was going on?
The more Blood Pupil thought about it, the more depressed he became.
Wang Dali, standing beside him, did not feel much of an emotional fluctuation.
As he had said before, his surrender had been the result of careful consideration, not some impulsive decision.
The moment he surrendered, he had already placed all his bets on Ye Lin.
Either he soared to the heavens in one leap, or his body and soul perished.
After all, even if he had not surrendered back then, the outcome would still have been the destruction of both body and soul. At least now, he had a sliver of a chance to soar.
Thus, having long prepared himself mentally, his mood did not change much now.
If a fight broke out later, he could just run if he could not win.
If he could not beat them, could he not at least outrun them?
If Ye Lin truly won afterward, he definitely would not blame him.
After all, it was not as if he had run before even fighting.