A scream of pain reverberated through the air!
Dong Wushang felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning. He turned around vigorously to look at Mo Lei'er.
Mo Lei'er's petite red lips were apart and her eyes brimmed with an incredulous look. An endless amount of regret, pain, and sorrow appeared in her eyes.
She had never expected her father to use such a method to make her happy!
As she stood there dumbly, her mind turned blank.
"Is love this expensive? Must I sacrifice my father for love? Will I be blissful… is this still bliss?"
"I know that the Black Devils have no way else to go. The Zhao Clan and the Li Clan are all subordinates of the Tian Clan. Tu Qianhao is dead but the Tu Clan managed to get reinforcements from the Upper Three Heavens. Lì Xiong Tu's clan is supported by the Upper Three Heavens too."
The only clan with no backer, and hence the weakest, was the Black Devils. In this fight, they were nonetheless deployed as the main fighting force.
