Wei He looked down at the Heavenly Ladder. Seeing that a group of people had not even passed the First Palace, he knew it would still be a very, very long time. So he was in no hurry.
The Desperate Wanderer game looked as though it might continue for many years.
And Barron's attitude gave the calculations Wei He had previously made a stable foundation.
Clearly, Star Abyss knew that he had founded the Revival Society and simultaneously held the identity of the Black Flame Lord.
Thus, before coming here, Wei He had simulated the situation many times. The result now was indeed exactly as he had expected.
That was, Star Abyss did not care about the commotion he had caused.
It still regarded him as a part of itself. A part of the Lords.
Wei He quietly floated beside Barron and watched.
Though he said nothing, from Barron's attitude and Wei He's response—
the surrounding Lords all sensed that something had happened to Ghost Person Black Mark, something that had even moved a Monarch.
"Who do you think will win?" Barron asked softly.
"I don't know. There are eighty-eight palaces; it's still too early to say such things." Wei He was candid.
"How did you cross that final step? Can you tell me?" Barron was extremely curious.
From Black Flame to Monarch, no one knew how many powerful Lords had emerged between them.
Yet not a single one had successfully evolved through their own efforts.
"I—" Wei He had just been about to answer.
When, in the distance of Star Abyss, a swarm of insect monsters like bees rapidly approached.
As they drew close, the bee-like monsters flew before Barron and dropped a black object before the Monarch.
Before the object had even fallen, it automatically broke apart and