Jun Changxiao was using his fists in an attempt to knock Fang Shanya back to his senses when four Eight Heavenly Dragons suddenly appeared.
What a buzzkill. What a downer.
Still, Jun Changxiao understood.
Since Fang Shanya had sold his soul to the Demon Emperor, it was only natural for his subordinates to show up now.
But in truth?
The Hengyuan Realm Lord covered his face and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Oh?
He had not called them here?
"Realm Lord Fang." One of the tall Eight Heavenly Dragons said flatly, "By order of Lord Demon Emperor, we have come specifically to recruit warriors from your realm."
This man was Naga King.
The other three were Vaisravana King, Louluo King, and Moyun King.
Though their appearances and names differed, they had one thing in common: their strength was evenly matched, and all of them belonged to the Upper Class of the Heavenly Mystery Realm.
"Recruit?"
Fang Shanya frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Recently, quite a few factions have risen up against Lord Demon Emperor. We are a little short on manpower, so we would like to borrow some soldiers from you." Naga King spoke as if it were only right, as though Fang Shanya owed him.
Fang Shanya was unwilling.
Though his mindset was extremely radical, his starting point had been to let living beings enjoy peaceful, carefree lives. Naturally, he would not tolerate them being taken away to serve as soldiers.
Soldiers would have been one thing.
What he feared was... that they would be used as cannon fodder.
In truth, the Demon Emperor had cultivated a vast army and normally disdained using warriors from other planes. But recently, too many of his forces had been wiped out in succession. It had truly damaged his very bones