"I have no problem with that," Hu Kelie said loudly.
He was a man of the Evil Dao, and the Heavenly Evil Sect likewise tolerated no defiance. As their leader, he held his subordinates' lives in the balance of a single thought. Even if his orders sent them to their deaths, they had no choice.
"Amitabha. If I do not enter hell, who will?" Yong Xing pressed his palms together, making his stance clear as well.
Chenwu smiled. "I am ashamed, truly ashamed. I am the only one here from Shangqing Temple, and I have no objection. But to my shame, I have only obtained five Formation Marks. I fear they will not be of much use."
Because of his cultivation method and his life as a monk, Chenwu was not bloodthirsty by nature. All five people he had killed had attacked him first, only to end up dying at his hands.
He was not bloodthirsty, but neither was he rigidly scrupulous. When someone needed killing, he would still kill.
"Then everyone has decided. Very good..." Sword God Yi said.
Before he could finish, however, Hu Kelie interrupted him. "Wait. I have something to say."
Sword God Yi could only stop. "Please speak."
"Exactly how many people are needed?" Hu Kelie asked. "I imagine you certainly won't agree to both sides sending the same number of people? As for Formation Marks, it's just as that Ox-Nose Chenwu said. We don't have many at all, nowhere near enough to compare with you three. Most of the Formation Marks belonging to the dead fell into the hands of your Three Great Powers."
Hu Kelie's words also reflected the Allied Powers' concerns. They had more people than the Three Great Powers, but far fewer Formation Marks.
That was determined by strength. No single