The strange cube and the Golden Armor Man both radiated goodwill, while the other six were either brimming with hostility or watching coldly.
"Hmph. This brat killed three Primordial Ancestors of my innate Primordial Life race, yet he still dares to come here." The great serpent coiled lazily atop its throne, a trace of hatred hidden in its languor.
"Infinity, then why don't you go down and test him? Let him witness the might of the Primordial Ancestors of your innate Primordial Life Lineage." A figure completely concealed within black mist spoke ominously.
His voice sounded like that of a ghost.
"Among us Primordial Ancestors, only your innate Primordial Life race has a grudge against this little fellow. Moreover, your physical defenses are the strongest among us. you are the most suitable one to handle this matter." A muddy figure sprawled across a throne spoke.
His body was soft, entirely like mud. When he exhaled, his body spread across the seat like a puddle of sludge, making it impossible to distinguish his head, body, hands, or feet. He had no eyes, ears, mouth, or nose.
When he inhaled, vast amounts of Eternity Power from the surroundings were swallowed into his body. At the same time, his body, which had been like a puddle of mud, recovered. Though bloated, its shape could still be made out.
"You two old fellows are among the most ancient Primordial Ancestors, yet you're so cowardly that you don't even dare deal with a Lord." The Infinite Great Serpent glanced at them and said, "What is there to fear? Since neither of you wants to offend him, I'll do it. I already have a grudge against him anyway. Perhaps I can even swallow him and avenge myself."
"This old fellow really knows how to dream." The