Xu Yue'Er heard Zhao Yi's words, and her whole body trembled.
She had suffered too much at Zhao Yi's hands and was very familiar with his personality and habits.
Every time Zhao Yi spoke in this tone, it meant that someone was about to have a great misfortune.
Xu Yue'Er wanted to refuse, but the words retreated back down her throat.
She dared not refuse, and the Dragon Race had no capital to refuse.
The Dragon Race hid in the Four Seas, and though they escaped the last calamity, who could be sure they would be so lucky next time?
The number of those alien creatures was simply too vast, which meant they could invade the Cultivation World countless times, without worrying even if they were repeatedly exterminated by that mysterious golden light.
Because the massive base number meant those alien creatures had a very high tolerance for failure.
They could afford countless failures.
