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Caesar raised his thick eyebrows and glanced at Yang Yitian apologetically. Because of the establishment of a new iron rule, more than two gods objected to it. This is a long-standing rule.

Yang Yitian was expressionless, and seemed to know the result, and said lightly: "Since this is the case, after today, there will only be the last four of the twelve major forces in the dark world."

Threat!

Outright threat.

Among the twelve great powers listening in the hall, eight people's complexions became very ugly. Facing the threat of a god, it was a lie for them to say that they were not afraid.

What's more, this is a threat from the god of death. More than two years ago, this man killed a bloody path in the dark world, causing countless forces to be frightened, kneel down and surrender, and none of those who offended him could survive.

Poros noticed that the forces he had wooed felt fearful and retreating, and he said with a ferocious expression: "Reaper, you are too arrogant to speak, it is uncertain who will die today, don't forget that half a month ago I But in front of you, you personally ordered someone to kill your wife, but you can't do anything to me!"

"Crack!"

Yang Yitian's eyes were bloodshot, he crushed the armrest of the stool, his tone was full of murderous intent, and he growled, "I'll let you know what life is better than death!"

"Reaper, the meeting of the gods is not over yet, so don't sabotage and make trouble!" Caesar reminded Yang Yitian deeply that Poros was deliberately provoking him, so don't fall into the trap, otherwise he will take the initiative.

Yang Yitian gritted his teeth and suppressed the killing intent in his heart. As long as the meeting of the gods is over, even if the king of heaven comes, he will not be able to stop him from taking the life of Poros.

Poros' pupils were gloomy, and he was also waiting. Either Yang Yitian died today, or he himself died. Only one of the two can survive.

"Abolish the old and establish a new system in the killer world, what do you think? If not, I will order someone to publish it, and the meeting of the gods will end here." Caesar said in a deep voice.

Several gods did not speak out, and this system did not damage their interests, so they agreed by default.

"Well, I will let the intelligence department of the dark net issue a notice in the dark world, and the meeting of the gods is over."

After Caesar finished speaking, he stood up, his face suddenly became serious, and continued: "Also, as the lord of the dark net, I want to announce an important matter. Today, no one is allowed to use powerful thermal weapons. Violators will be regarded as provoking our dark net, and all the dead soldiers, guards, and sixteen holy envoys of the dark city will be sent to carry out a tough extermination!"

"Caesar, what do you mean?" Poros's gloomy eyes were full of endless killing intent. He knew that Caesar and Yang Yitian had a good relationship, but he didn't expect to use the dark net to help.

"My words have been made very clear. The use of thermal weapons will damage the buildings of the Dark City. This ancient city is managed by our Dark Net, so you should understand what I mean." Caesar's momentum was fierce, not at all Weaker than Poros, he can be the Holy Lord of the dark net, and he will not be afraid of a god.

"Okay, very good, I remember you!" Poros waved his hand and slapped it on the conference table with a bang, opening a long gap. One can imagine how angry he was.

"Reaper, I'll wait for you to buy me a drink!" Caesar no longer concealed his relationship with Yang Yitian, and after telling him to be careful, all the guards with the dark net retreated, leaving the temple empty.

"Poros, I will let your blood pay for the revenge of killing my wife." Yang Yitian's eyes were bloodshot, like a devil swallowed by the roar of revenge, and the roar was mixed with unstoppable killing intent.

"Let's go!" At the rear, several people from the twelve major forces hurriedly retreated, namely the Temple of the Other Shore, Shadow Stream, and the Smallpox Group of the Golden Triangle.

The Dark Temple, Blood Wolf Temple, Nightmare Assassination Organization, Miller of the Kendy Family, and the remaining six forces all stayed here.

"Mr. Miller, let's retreat. There is really no need for us to participate in the blood feud between God of Death and Poros." Next to Miller, a high-level person whispered.

Miller is also very entangled. If the bet is right, it's okay to say, but if he loses, it will definitely be a disaster. Yang Yitian will never let him go.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Miller nodded, looked at Poros, and said in a low voice: "Master Poros, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't do what I promised you before, but I will pay you [-] million U.S. dollars as compensation."

"Are you sure?" Poros took off his mask, and the half of his scorched face was extremely ferocious and gloomy.

"Sorry!" Miller clenched his fists and exhaled. Normally, he wouldn't dare to reject Poros, but the situation is different now. He doesn't want to gamble with his life, and at the same time, he can't afford it.

"Very good!" A killing intent flashed under Poros' eyes. After killing Yang Yitian, he would let the Kendy family understand how tragic it would be to betray him in the face of battle.

"Let's go!" Miller took his people away, quickly ran out of the hall, and left the Dark City immediately.

Miller's departure made several faction leaders who were already floating in the air quickly make a judgment on disadvantages and advantages, and decided not to participate in the death fight between Poros and Yang Yitian.

"Lord Poros, I'm sorry, we don't want to participate in the battle between you and Lord Death." The leaders of those big forces left immediately after speaking. If Poros survived, it would be a big deal to think about how to deal with it at that time.

Because compared to Poros, the god of death who must avenge him makes them feel more uneasy.

Seeing that the eight major forces standing on his side escaped to four at this time, Poros was furious and wanted to kill people. He vowed to make these people who fear death pay a miserable price like blood.

"What a good show!" The Drowned God smiled, stood up from his seat, and said: "There are many things in the Drowned God's Temple, waiting for me to go back and deal with them, so I won't accompany you any longer."

After finishing speaking, the Drowned God took his people away. The originally lively hall became deserted in an instant, but the killing intent pervading the air not only did not weaken at all, but became even more intense.

Of the twelve major forces, there are now only five left, the blood wolf, the nightmare, the eternal night, and the Razor Party. These four leaders quickly approached Poros, and Murong Xuan of the Dark Temple did not move.

"Hahaha!" Poros laughed grimly. He stared at Yang Yitian in front of him, and said playfully, "Reaper, do you think that there will be no one around me when those forces run away? Today you will definitely die."

Yang Yitian's expression was normal, his eyes were indifferent and without a trace of emotion, he took out a sharp tactical knife from his body, and said in a low voice: "You will die a miserable death!"