With the appearance of the undead army, the once-clear situation in Mingdu grew shrouded in uncertainty again.
The princes' faction loudly condemned Xu Tianran for colluding with Evil Soul Masters and attempting to overturn the foundations of the Sun Moon Empire.
Xu Tianran's powerful supporters, however, believed the Holy Spirit Cult was taking advantage of the chaos to smear him.
Holding his twin blades, Liao Mengkai looked with a complicated expression at Xu Guozhong, whose chest he had almost completely sliced open.
Even with his cultivation as a Titled Douluo, this old prince was no match for the commander of the Terror Claw Soul Engineer Legion.
In a single exchange, Liao Mengkai had nearly cut Xu Guozhong into several pieces.
"Liao Mengkai, are you really going to persist in your delusion?!"
Seizing the moment while Liao Mengkai was distracted, Xu Guozhong hurriedly stuffed a handful of pills into his mouth. "Xu Tianran colluded with Evil Soul Masters! Are you offerings really going to choose him as emperor of the Sun Moon Empire?!"
By then, Zheng Zhan, Luan Feng, and Xia Xuanchen had finished their own battles and arrived together at the last battlefield high above Mingdu.
The strongest of the princes they had faced was only a high-ranking Soul Saint, unable to withstand even a single blow from them.
With their leaders collectively slain by the Offering Hall, the princes' faction had no time to cause much of a rebellion in Mingdu.
"Once the arrow leaves the bow, there's no turning back."
"Neither of Their Highnesses has clean hands now. We might as well settle on one and follow that road all the way into the dark."
After murmuring this beside Liao Mengkai, Luan Feng flew into Mingdu with the others to devote their full strength to fighting the undead