Against the might of the eight Peak Masters and Dragon Queen Hornless, the remaining Kings of the greater worlds and middle worlds had ugly expressions and wanted to retreat.
Without the peak Kings of the super large worlds holding the fort, they were still wary of the eight Peak Masters of the Sword World who were already enraged.
At the end of the day, they were in the wrong for this matter and it was rather dishonorable. As such, they felt guilty.
In the Evil Fiend Battlefield, one had to rely on their own capabilities to fight against those of the same cultivation realm.
But now, many of them had joined forces to kill a Perfected Spirit. Even if someone from the Sword World killed them all, the world they were in could not say anything.
As the Kings of these worlds looked at the ten-odd corpses of other Kings floating in the starry skies, they gradually calmed down.
