After Mo Yu and the others snatched Shakyamuni back, they saw that he was gravely wounded and unconscious.
Mo Yu wailed, "Alliance Leader, nothing can happen to you!"
"The Alliance Leader suffered such injuries for the two of us. We have no way to repay him. I, Mo Yu, swear here and now that I will slaughter my way back into the Human Race one day and avenge the wounds they inflicted on our Alliance Leader today."
He glared hatefully in Fuxi's direction. "We will not let the Human Race's slaughter of our alliance's envoy slide. The day this pact expires will be the day we fight to the death. We will show no mercy then."
Fuxi sneered and looked at him with scorn. "Hmph, come if you have the strength. Why waste so much breath? Two useless envoys like you serve little purpose even if you live."
"Besides, certain people should know better than anyone who was right and who was wrong."
Mo Yu's heart tightened. He had originally thought it was a coincidence-that he had truly stumbled into the Human Race hunting him down.
Now it seemed the Human Race had deliberately taken responsibility for the incident.
He was puzzled. Why would the Human Race help him?
But this was clearly not the time to discuss it.
Mo Yu looked at the leaders of the Ten Thousand Races behind him. "The Alliance Leader is gravely wounded and unconscious, so I will establish the pact in his stead. Does anyone object?"
The leaders of the Ten Thousand Races shook their heads. None of them wanted to rush forward and take on something like this. Since Mo Yu was willing to step up, they would leave it to him.
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