The rain continued to fall as Meng Chuan, and the other Godfiends descended the mountain silently.
After seeing Senior Brother Qian Yu's present appearance and the nine names that Archean Mountain Lord personally carved, everyone's hearts felt heavy.
"Sigh." A Godfiend disciple couldn't help but slam the boulder beside him, reducing a boulder— that was more than ten feet wide—to dust. He gritted his teeth and said, "How infuriating. I wish I was there. We could have killed those demon monarchs alongside each other!"
"If you aren't strong enough, you will only be sending yourself to your death," said a female Godfiend disciple beside him coldly.
"One of me isn't enough, but ten or twenty will be enough to turn the tables!" said the Godfiend angrily. "My strength presently isn't up to par, but it will be in the future. If I don't have the guts, what's the point of cultivating to become a Godfiend?"