Ignoring the Rakshasa Gate Sect Leader's suggestion, the Demon Gate Sect Leader took two steps forward and said coldly to Chen Hao and the others, "I'll give you one chance. Anyone willing to submit to me, come over now. Otherwise, you'll be killed without mercy."
Of the two camps, Ancient Dragon had only thirty or forty people, while Rakshasa had more than ten times that number. They weren't remotely in the same league.
The Elders of Ancient Dragon looked at Long Aotian's lifeless body, their eyes filled with murderous intent, without the slightest fear of death.
"You bastards will die horrible deaths! Kill us, butcher us—do whatever you want!"
Grinning, Chen Hao said to Wang Jian and the others, "Their lineup's way too strong. We don't stand a chance. If any of you want to switch sides, hurry up. There's still time."
Wang Jian was speechless. "How can you still be smiling at a time like this? Hao, let's stop joking. You've got a plan B, right?"
"I've got nothing, never mind a plan B," Chen Hao said with a bitter smile.
Hearing that, Wang Jian completely deflated.
The dozen or so remaining Qi Refiners had fear in their eyes, too. But to Chen Hao's utter surprise, they still stood firmly behind him. Even impending death hadn't changed their allegiance. He felt deeply heartened. These people were loyal enough; he would have to make sure to nurture them properly in the future.
Seeing that his intimidation hadn't shaken anyone, the Demon Gate Sect Leader snorted and raised a hand slightly. Everyone in Rakshasa began to move.
Facing an imminent battle they had no hope of winning, Ancient Dragon's people and Chen Hao's men worked themselves into a frenzy, ready to fight to the death.
Just then, an ill-timed bark suddenly