"The more intricate that silhouette's Dao Patterns are, the more important his work must be. And the more important the work, the less it can afford to be interrupted by outside forces at the critical moment!"
His dark-gold pupils fixed on the distant silhouette as he said, word by word, "He's gathering Dao Patterns to engrave formation runes onto whatever Fang Chen is refining. Once that thing is finished, I'm afraid we won't even have a chance to strike. So we must act before he finishes—but now is not the time!"
"Then when?" the Savage Bull Demon Emperor pressed.
"When his attention slips!"
The Bloodslaughter Demon Emperor's voice was as cold as ancient ice. "Gathering Dao Patterns on this scale takes an unimaginable toll on the mind. That silhouette may be strange, but even he has limits. Once his mind is drained enough, he'll expose an opening. That's when we strike!"
The Savage Bull Demon Emperor opened his mouth to say more, but a look from the Colorful-Wing Demon Emperor stopped him.
The Bloodslaughter Demon Emperor closed his eyes again, as though nothing beyond him concerned him anymore.
Yet just before they shut, an anxiety he could barely conceal flashed through his dark-gold pupils.
He, too, was wavering.
That silhouette was stranger than anything he had anticipated.
The profundity of those Dao Patterns filled even him, a Seventh-Turn True Devil Emperor, with instinctive fear.
But he could not retreat.
The World Will's orders could not be defied.
Fang Chen had to die.
It was an Absolute Command.
Wait a little longer...
The Bloodslaughter Demon Emperor repeated the words inwardly, unsure whether he was trying to convince his subordinates or himself.
Just a little longer... Soon... Very soon...
Deep in the Sea of Laws, within the Time Bell Formation.
The Mysterious