The starry battlefield.
Everyone's expressions were different.
Luo Hou hugged the Devil God Spear with both hands, watching the negotiation between the Six Ancestors of Emperor Blood and the Lord of Eternal with playful eyes. This kind of dog-eat-dog drama was exactly what he loved to watch.
What?
You're saying the Emperor Blood Six Clans are allies of the Dark Holy Temple?
How is that possible!
He's just using a bunch of idiots to accomplish the goals he wants to achieve!
"Have you made up your mind yet?"
"If you don't give me an answer soon, I'm going to act!"
The Ancestor of Ah Tribe's eyes turned blood-red, his hair wildly dancing, as he roared with insane fury.
The Lord of Eternal closed her eyes; she no longer wanted to speak.
"Cough, cough!"
At this moment, Gui Guzi, who had been silent, spoke: "If I remember correctly, weren't you the ones who took the initiative to become enemies with the Qin Dynasty Fortune Court?"
