"Miemeng Ku, Miemeng Qin, follow me and kill!"
"I refuse to believe they have a second Divine being. If they had the power to crush our clan, why wait for the Supreme to appear before making a sneak attack!"
With an ashen face, Miemeng Feng looked around the Palace of the Gods, which had been reduced to ruins, seemingly oblivious to the screams and wails of the survivors.
He rode the Miemeng fledgling, sprinting in a specific direction.
Miemeng Ku and Miemeng Qin exchanged glances, also abandoning the idea of rescue, striving to catch up with Miemeng Feng. The killing intent of the three soared to the sky, chilling to the bone.
"Really unreliable, just letting these Saints and Sacred Birds fend for themselves?"
"Who cares, they're guests of the Meng Family; even if they're all killed, what does it have to do with us?"
"Indeed, we might not even be able to save ourselves, let alone worry about the fate of the weak. It's not necessary."