"If you have the guts, kill us!"
Even though they lay on the ground, some still refused to submit, starting to use their own life and death to threaten the Ancient Clan.
It seemed that in the face of hatred between the two races, even if they died on the spot, they would have no regrets.
The gray-robed man glanced at Ye Yun, noting that only the Supreme God Sovereign remained silent, and nodded to himself.
His gaze grew sharp as he looked at the still defiant Divine Soil Spirits, sneering, "Hmph, a bunch of useless beings. Now, you are powerless; killing you would be as easy as slaughtering chickens!"
"Kill us, anyway, we will never join the Ancient Clan!"
Someone struggled to stand, speaking with a face full of tragic determination.
