At the sight of Cang Yuan's arrogance, the top Big Bosses of the Primordial World were all enraged.
"What towering nerve. Do you truly take us for dead men?" Though the Evil Spirit Race had many experts, they were not yet enough to crush the Primordial World.
The Lord of Destiny, the Ancestor of Space, as well as Di Wujiang and Li Xinghe—these were all experts who stood at the absolute limit of the Primordial Emperor level.
Though Grand Commander Cang Yuan's aura was terrifying, they could tell that the other side only had two experts at that level.
Compared to the Primordial World, they even seemed somewhat inferior.
In a chaotic battle at this level, the top experts could decide many things.
As long as the Evil Spirit Race did not possess an overwhelming advantage, sooner or later they would be slowly worn away by the Primordial World.
After all, the Primordial World had countless living beings and boundless potential.
"A pack of weaklings, roaring in helplessness, that's all. Trample Eternal Mountain flat for this commander," Grand Commander Cang Yuan snorted coldly.
Just as Li Xinghe had guessed, the King of the Evil Spirit Race had briefly awakened and opened the spatial node that allowed Li Xinghe to escape.
However, the Evil Spirit Race had no time to move out in full force. Only he and Grand Commander Xuan Chen had led their subordinates charging over.
When they saw Eternal Mountain before them, old hatred piled onto new grudges, and the fury in their hearts erupted in an instant.
"Lord of Destiny, get out here and accept your death." The one Cang Yuan and Xuan Chen hated most was naturally Li Xinghe.
Before Li Xinghe departed, he had dumped the black pot onto the Lord of Destiny, so at