"What are we waiting for? Fight! We're the Dragon Clan. We have no choice but to give it everything we've got!"
"Right! Kill Ren! Once he's dead, we might still find a way out of this!"
Several Dragon Clan experts muttered among themselves.
The four Dragon Kings exchanged a few words too, their resolve just as firm.
Everyone in the Primordial World knew how terrifying Ren's influence was.
Now they had enraged him and even driven him to swear an oath by the Great Dao. There was no chance of settling their grudge. If this could only end with one side dead, they had to fight!
Ao Guang clenched his fists, murderous intent flashing in his proud eyes. "Kill him! There's no retreat, so we'll cut our way to survival! Only by killing Ren can we live!"
Many agreed with Ao Guang. Favors and relationships only mattered while a person was alive. Many in the Primordial World owed Ren favors or were close to him, but if he died, those ties would mean little. At most, the Three Sects, whose bond with him was almost familial, would be furious.
For the Demon Cult, his death would make things easier. They would no longer have to repay what they owed him. Long ago, Hong Yun had yielded two Saint positions to Jieyin and Zhunti. The debt of karma and gratitude was immense. Neither could repay it; they owed too much. In the end, they could only watch Hong Yun be killed. Once he was dead, they might feel guilty, but the debt no longer had to be paid.
The same held true now. For Ao Guang, killing Ren was a good choice. The Demon Cult fighters who had been battling fiercely had slowed almost to a halt. They seemed to