Whether these people lived or died no longer mattered to Hu Kelie and Yong Xing. They had outlived their usefulness.
They had allied with these people to contend against the Three Great Powers. Now that the situation had changed, what they needed most were Formation Marks.
In that case, who else would they kill? Were they supposed to make their own people hand over their Formation Marks?
Naturally, they would kill the weakest group. What mattered was gathering enough Formation Marks to break through the formation as quickly as possible.
"Old Bald Donkey, spare us your false compassion. Kill them!" Pang Yi shouted. "Daring to covet treasures without the strength to back it up-you truly have no idea how close you are to death. You deserve to die. Kill!"
"You're ruthless!"
"I'll fight you to the death! Aaah!"
Reality was just that cruel. The forces of the Demon and Ghost Factions and Heavenly Sword Sect members joined in the slaughter. Even the forces of the Evil Dao and the Small Buddha Temple began slaughtering their former allies, the Allied Powers.
Sword God Yi and the others did not act themselves, merely sending out their subordinates.
"Even if we kill this rabble, we'll still be a little short of eighty portions of Formation Marks," Li Chaoxun said.
"Simple. We'll just kill some more. Anyone who doesn't belong to our three factions is fair game!" Pang Yi said with a light chuckle. "Any objections?"
"None. We should leave our own showdown for last. For now, joining forces is more appropriate. There are too many bystanders around. Not enough peace and quiet." Sword God Yi laughed.
Then the three of them moved, charging into the crowd to kill.
"Aaah!"
With the three of them attacking, none of those before them could possibly match