The Saint-level combatants could not understand the current situation. In their eyes, other than the Saint-level Alliance, all other species were just ants. So, when they saw an ant killing their companions for no reason, how could they react? They would think that they were out of their minds.
However, what they saw was the truth. When the fourth person fell, they finally reacted. Although they did not know what was going on with this inconspicuous fellow, killing them was as easy as killing chickens. They had no idea how it worked, but it was the truth.
The scene was strangely quiet. The Saint-level combatants did not even dare to breathe loudly. This time, they suddenly felt the horror of death. It was as if they would die the next second, just like the others. Of course, no one wanted to die, especially in such an inexplicable way.
"Netham, Netham." Li Huailin's voice was heard again. It turned out that the Saint-level combatant Li Huailin called Netham had yet to answer. He seemed to be in a daze.
"Sigh …" Li Huailin sighed silently, then began to break the table beside him. Of course, if there were any bricks on the ground, Li Huailin would have smashed them with them. Unfortunately, the place was quite clean. The only thing that could be broken was the table in front of him.
Seeing Li Huailin's actions, the Saint-level combatants became anxious again. It was obvious that Li Huailin was annoyed that Netham had answered too late. He was going to attack again. Netham was especially nervous. He really did not know what to do. How could he join Li Huailin? He was a Saint-level combatant, a high and mighty Saint-level combatant. How could he become someone else's dog?
But you don't agree? The result was obvious. They were all lying on the ground just now. Trying to run? Murteris had already demonstrated it. He was lying next to Li Huailin. So, Li Huailin was giving him the choice of surrender or death.
Netham really did not want to submit to Li Huailin. Of course, he did not want to die either. In his panic, he could not help but look at the Saint-tier leaders on the stage.
The five Saint-class leaders were also shocked. They didn't know what to do, but when they saw Netham's gaze, they knew that they had to do something. Otherwise, the Saint-class alliance would either be absorbed or destroyed. Of course, they didn't want that to happen.
"Your Excellency …" The one who spoke was a leader standing beside Gyllenhill. Gyllenhill was about to speak, but the leader beside him spoke first.
"Whoosh!" While the people beside him were talking, Gyllenhill suddenly felt a gust of wind beside him, as though something had flown past him. Girlenhill turned around and saw that the head of the leader was gone. His headless body was still standing there. Blood spurted out from the wound on his neck like raindrops, splattering on Girlenhill's body.
Gyllenhill stared blankly at his comrade's corpse. His mind was blank, and he didn't know how to react. At this moment, Li Huailin's voice was heard. "Alright, I know you guys have low IQs and can't understand human language. I'll say it again. Don't interrupt until it's your turn. I only want to hear the answer I want. I don't want to hear anything else."
After that, Li Huailin turned to Netham again and continued to break the table. The Saint-class leader who interrupted was killed by the broken wooden board. Now, it was Netham's turn.
This was the fifth Saint-ranker to die in Li Huailin's hands. Li Huailin had clearly told everyone not to think that their leader could save them. In his eyes, their leader was also a piece of trash that could be killed in seconds. At this moment, the concept of the Saint-class alliance had disappeared. What was left was whether they wanted to live or not.
"Crack!" Just as everyone was trying to figure out what was going on, Li Huailin broke off another piece of wood from the table and looked in Netham's direction …
At this moment, Netham finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted at Li Huailin, "I'll join, I'll join." Yes, he knew very well that no matter what he did, he would die in the next second. Under such pressure, he finally understood that he had to live. He could only choose to surrender.
"Oh?" Li Huailin's movements paused for a moment. He looked at Netham. "There's a Saint-class who can understand human language? That's rare. Hmm, I'll accept you."
Seeing Li Huailin put down the wooden board in his hand, Netham felt cold sweat all over his body. Yes, he almost died just now. He could feel the Grim Reaper greeting him right beside him. Only now did Netham realize that his hands were trembling. He finally realized how terrified he was.
However, when he turned around, Netham realized that his companions were all looking at him. Their eyes were filled with surprise, confusion, anger, and even contempt. Yes, a Saint-class expert had actually compromised under threat. Netham was the first one to do so.
Netham was taken aback at first, then he suddenly felt a little angry. None of you dared to speak up until now. Now you're all acting as if I'm a traitor. Fight back if you can. What's the meaning of this?
Li Huailin didn't care how they were communicating with each other. He pointed at the next person. "You're Boostero, right? Are you willing to join me?"
Boostero was taken aback. He had been staring at Netham just now. He didn't expect it to be his turn so soon. Looking at the wooden board in Li Huailin's hand, Boostero gulped and nodded. "I'll … join."
"Oh? All of a sudden, everyone's cooperating. " Li Huailin nodded. "See, I told you that even a dog can understand human language if you put in a little effort. I didn't say it in vain."
It was unheard of for a member of the Saint-class Alliance to be called a dog in the headquarters. A group of Saint-class experts had never been humiliated like this before, but none of them dared to make a move. Yes, Li Huailin's methods were too exaggerated. If they could even struggle, they would have made a move. The problem was that the first few who had died had been instantly killed. It was as easy as stepping on a bug. They really didn't dare to make a move.
After saying "I'll join," Boostero's body relaxed. After all, he wasn't the first to say this. Netham had already said it, so Boostero felt a little less stressed. As for whether they were dogs or not, he didn't care at all. It felt great to be alive.
"Then, the next one … Eh, it's a familiar guy." Li Huailin looked down and suddenly saw a familiar guy. Yes, this guy was the one who provoked him yesterday, Sike. Of course, Sike wasn't as arrogant as he was yesterday. He was so shocked that he couldn't move. He just stood there in a daze.
"You …" Li Huailin curled his lips with a look of disdain. Then, he said with flagging interest, "Alright, are you willing to join me … Sigh …"
What the hell? Sike's anger rose again. What does this guy mean? Me, a Saint-class expert, joining you makes it seem like I'm embarrassing you. This is a naked insult.
However, anger only lasted for a moment. Sike was indeed angry, but he understood the situation the next second. That guy really killed him easily. So what if you're angry? Thinking about it, there were already two people joining anyway. Of course, I don't want to die. I'll agree to this guy first. Anyway, I can think about the future later. My priority is to get out of here alive.
Thinking of this, Sike suppressed the anger in his heart and said to Li Huailin, "Alright, I'll join."
"What? You dare not join?" Li Huailin suddenly said loudly.
"Huh?" Everyone at the scene was stunned because they clearly heard what Sike said before. He clearly said that he wanted to join, okay? Although they also felt humiliated and wished that someone could come forward and perish together with Li Huailin, Li Huailin was indeed suppressing them and they didn't dare to breathe. So, although everyone was disappointed, they could still accept it …
But he did say that he wanted to join. Why did he say that he didn't want to join for no reason?
"I … I'll join." Sike was slightly stunned. He thought that Li Huailin had misheard, so he said again.
"F * ck, I just praised you guys for understanding human language, and now you're saying you can't understand human language. You still dare to reject me? Do you want to die?" Li Huailin continued to point at Sike.
"I!" Sike was stunned. Then, he suddenly understood. This guy did it on purpose. He wanted to find trouble with him. In an instant, all of Sike's negative emotions exploded. Did he want to join Li Huailin? Of course not. In this situation, Sike really couldn't hold it in anymore. Suddenly, battle energy erupted from his body. Then, he shouted to everyone, "Everyone, let's kill this guy …"
Before he finished speaking, a wooden board suddenly flew towards Sike. Although Sike was shouting, he was constantly paying attention to Li Huailin's actions. When Li Huailin made his move, Sike had already moved. His body flashed, wanting to escape the path of the wooden board. Although he didn't know why Li Huailin could throw a Saint-rank to death with a wooden board, he couldn't think too much about it. He definitely couldn't block this thing, so he had to run …
This was the last thing he thought about before he died. The next moment, Sike felt his head fly out. He didn't understand why he couldn't escape the wooden board, but he still died.
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