"To be honest, if you hadn't gone to blow up that Space Tunnel, perhaps you could have clung to life for a few more days. Unfortunately, you chose the stupidest possible decision and enraged my god." Faint Light flicked all ten fingers, and strands of eerie gleams danced about, accentuating the chill on his face.
Kong Deming remained silent. Since it had already been done, what was the point of regretting it? They had to find a way to remedy the current situation.
"They possess the cultivation of Limit Douluo. Your participation is useless here. Go help the various defensive lines stop the Abyssal Army." Kong Deming waved his hand.
"Elder Kong." The hearts of the Rank 9 Soul Tool Masters sank.
"Go!" Kong Deming shouted sternly.
Gritting their teeth, the group wore unwilling expressions, yet there was nothing they could do. They promptly left the area.
The three Abyss Emperors did not stop them. Wearing comfortable expressions, they spread their arms as though they wished to embrace this world.
Once they devoured the Douluo Plane, Abyss Emperors like them from above the thirty-sixth level would have a tremendous chance of advancing into Rank 3 Deities.
Deities—a truly wonderful title.
Kong Deming coldly glanced at the three Abyss Emperors and casually tossed out an object. It immediately rose into the air and exploded high above.
It was a pattern resembling a blazing sun.
The three emperors, Faint Light among them, had no idea what it meant. Yet once the blazing sun pattern hung in the sky, in that instant—
Xu Tianming, Ju Zi, and the others leading the defenders against the Abyssal Army all turned ashen-faced.
Once the blazing sun appeared, it meant Kong Deming intended to perish together with the enemy. He carried more than eight Level 9 Fixed