"Trying to leave at a time like this? Isn't that a bit too late?"
At this moment, facing a situation where everyone flew apart in the face of imminent disaster, Demon Lord Luo Hou finally made his move. A ferocious grin spread across his face, clearly having anticipated this scenario long ago.
These people were merely summoned by him at will; to think they could be reliable and give their lives in his service would be believing in ghosts. He just hadn't expected them to be quite this unreliable, folding so quickly before the fight even began.
It didn't matter, however, because this scene had long been foreseen in his plans, and in his eyes, these people were nothing more than consumables.
"What do you mean?" Purple Thunder Saint cried out just as he was about to fly beyond the jurisdiction of this Era Heavenly Dao.
Abruptly, Demon Lord Luo Hou barked an order: "Form formations!"
Then, to the horror of Purple Thunder Saint and the others, several more figures suddenly appeared out of nowhere—four people, just like before, and they similarly laid down Four Demon Sealing Grand Formations. This time, however, these four formations trapped Purple Thunder Saint and the others right along with the rest.
"What? How dare you!" Seeing this, how could Purple Thunder Saint and the others fail to understand Demon Lord Luo Hou's intentions? From the very beginning, Demon Lord Luo Hou had never intended to trust them, and indeed, they were completely unreliable.
They had taken someone's King Tier Dragon Vein, yet wanted to slip away at the critical moment!
Yet Demon Lord Luo Hou wore a look of thorough preparation. Clearly ready all along and having foreseen this very scene, he had still summoned them anyway. This was unmistakably treating them as cannon