Freak! Three Thousand Great Daos Prove Immortal King!

Would a dignified Immortal Emperor submit to such humiliation?

Especially one of the finest among Immortal Emperors, a peak expert of an entire race!

Naturally, the Devil Race's peak expert was unwilling to bow his head. This was even harder to bear than killing him.

Yet he had no choice but to bow his head.

Being a brute was easy; wanting to die was not difficult either. But if he died, with no one to hold the fort and make decisions, where would the Devil Race go from there?

Even if Wutian suddenly behaved himself and stopped attacking.

Even if the Three Thousand Continents did not counterattack...

Would the other races really sit still and wait for death?

How many worlds had submitted to the Sea of Worlds?

Every drop of seawater was, damn it, a world. Theoretically, every world was a foreign race to every other world!

The Devil Race bordered the Three Thousand Continents on one side, but what about the other directions?

How many worlds did they border? How many foreign races?

And they were hostile to most of those worlds, or at the very least competitors.

Under such circumstances, whether dying in a desperate fight for a single Immortal Emperor or dying for his own dignity, both were the stupidest ways for the Devil Race to die—and the most irresponsible choices.

As the Devil Race's current peak expert...

How could he act so recklessly?

"Alas."

With a long sigh, amid the roars of the Immortal Emperors and their baffled gazes, the Devil Race's peak expert forced them to clear a path, allowing Wutian to leave with that unlucky, parasitized Devil Race Immortal Emperor...

"Heh."

Wutian sneered, though his expression was far from pleasant.

He had actually failed!

Devouring an Immortal Emperor's origin was certainly a decent