Really, join Yang Jian?
To be honest, Mo Lihong had never considered it before.
After all, he had never thought about any of this, but now that he considered it carefully, it actually seemed possible.
Boom!
Just then, all four suddenly shuddered, then sucked in a sharp breath.
Their expressions grew grave. Not far from the South Heaven Gate, a vast shadow had appeared, packed with densely clustered figures.
With their abilities, they could naturally tell that everyone before them belonged to the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.
And the man at their head was none other than Yang Jian!
At that moment, their hearts were tangled like hemp.
Originally, they had not thought much of it. If Yang Jian came, then so be it. At worst, he would beat them into cripples.
But after their third brother, Mo Lihong, spoke earlier, the thought of joining Yang Jian in Heaven-Slaying had taken root in their hearts. Now that posed a problem.
Should they join Yang Jian's camp, or the Heavenly Court's?
Given some time, they might have been able to truly make up their minds.
The problem was that the idea had only just occurred to them when Yang Jian appeared at the head of so many Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, giving them no time to think it through.
Thus, they had to decide as quickly as possible.
What should we do?
The Four Heavenly Kings' gazes were now grave, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.
Their minds raced furiously, hoping to resolve the question as quickly as possible.
But time waited for no one.
Almost in an instant, Yang Jian led his forces up to the South Heaven Gate.
Clad in silver-white armor, with a black cloak thirty feet long draped over his shoulders and the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in