He had never expected things to develop to this point.
According to the plan, he was supposed to ally with the tribe of primitives to kill Ye Ling and then devour his holy dragon body, but why had it turned out the other way around?
Not only had he failed to succeed, but he had also lost his life, and even three powerful warriors from the tribe of primitives had died here.
Why, why had this happened!
"Mo Zhantian, I remember that you were our childhood friend, which is why I previously asked Ye Ling to spare your life. Yet, you colluded with outsiders to strike against our people of Eight Desolates Deep Mountain."
"Betraying your masters and ancestors, this is a fate you brought upon yourself; no one else is to blame. Now that you are dead today, all you have done must be paid for by us of Eight Desolates Deep Mountain!"
Xuan Yuanfeng said coldly, his voice icy, and his eyes bursting with murderous intent.