Venerable was visibly moved; the Venerable with words in his belly now found them impossible to utter.
The Blood Sword God had invited them to gather, yet it wasn't to unite against the impending calamity?
The confidence and overbearing declaration of the Blood Sword God echoed in their ears, lingering and refusing to fade.
Many Venerables felt ashamed.
Perhaps it was their hesitation, their self-preservation, that chilled the heart of the Blood Sword God.
So, was that why the Blood Sword God was willing to abandon everyone and face the calamity alone?
"Blood Sword God..." Venerable Yellow Bull clenched his teeth and said, "My strength is insignificant, but I am willing to accompany you and face the calamity together!"
He felt he had lived long enough, and it was time to confront the nightmare-like calamity, to die a brilliant death.