Witnessing this, Qi Yuan couldn't help but feel sentimental.
"These Yin Gods are quite shy and introverted, they didn't want me to send them off, they just ran away."
Lord Wu seems to have ignored Qi Yuan's words and ground his teeth in fury: "Short-sighted fools!"
These Yin Gods regard the Blood-Clothed Sword God as a plague god.
They incessantly talked about facing the calamity, but when the calamity's minions arrived, they all ran away.
He turned to the Sevens Injury Elder, his gaze complex: "You didn't leave with them?"
Except for the Sevens Injury Elder, all the Yin Gods had left, without exception.
"I am old and nearing my end, I've lived long enough. I have no regrets about seeing the calamity's minion before I die." The Sevens Injury Elder coughed and responded truthfully.
Lord Feng, squinting his eyes, looked at Qi Yuan: "The Dark Sun is descending, it's better for the Blood-Clothed Sword God to... leave this place."
