As Lords of Laws ranked in the top ten, though they had been schemed against by Li Xinghe, how could they possibly have no backup plans at all?
Over countless years, who knew how many crises the Primordial World had gone through?
As the founders of their respective factions, people like them naturally had trump cards of their own.
Even if they suffered grievous injuries, they were confident they could recover in a short time.
After all, none of those capable of wielding a Primordial Supreme Treasure were simple.
Of course, this time they had paid an enormous price as well. If not for Li Xinghe, they never would have ended up in such a sorry state.
Di Wujiang seemed to know what Li Xinghe was thinking. "Those guys are all old foxes, cunning to the bone. Don't be fooled by how wretched they look."
Li Xinghe nodded. It seemed he really had underestimated the enemy too much.
These people had survived the great battle that encircled and killed Daoist Shichen; which one of them could be simple?
Not to mention that later, when the Pangu Clan had been encircled and suppressed, they had all preserved their lives too.
The only ones who truly hadn't brought their brains with them were probably the first two generations of Demon Gods.
One had died at Daoist Shichen's hands, and the other had died at Pantian's hands.
Thinking of this, even Li Xinghe could not help shaking his head. People really were right when they said simple minds came with overdeveloped limbs.
Compared with humans, the Demon Race was still too honest. Hadn't even Di Wujiang failed to outplay Destiny?
Not only had his destiny been stolen, now he had even been schemed into coming here, waiting to be encircled and killed.
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