Exile

"Whew~ This time was unexpectedly troublesome."

Great Emperor Daniel and the others were not particularly surprised by Xuan Ye's forceful attack. Instead, they marveled at the strength of the Evil God Legion.

Before he had assimilated all the material worlds of the Order Temple, Xuan Ye had already been able to overwhelm an emperor with the weight of history. Now that he could directly seal and suppress one, wasn't it only natural?

As for how things differed from the original plan, the several emperors had originally been more inclined to slowly devour their opponent step by step. It was Xuan Ye who wanted to save time and wipe them all out in one go.

Although a great deal of the Evil God Legion's conventional forces still remained, almost none of its top-tier strength was left.

The fact that the Formless Master had been suppressed in particular allowed the several emperors to breathe a sigh of relief.

Although Daniel had discovered during their clash that this thing had no will of its own, even so, a weapon of mass destruction at that level was absolutely beyond the Order Temple's ability to withstand.

In the past, the other side probably hadn't found a suitable opportunity to use it. They had feared that if they failed to wipe everyone out, the other emperors would become wary and no longer fall for the trap.

This time, they had revealed their trump card after seeing the entire Order Temple mobilize. Their thinking was completely the same as Xuan Ye's at the beginning.

Unfortunately, when one trump card met another, it was like a straight flush running into four aces—both sides could only weep.

"Our opponents are all proper old friends, though yours is a little more miserable."

"That's right. So much so that Ahn'Qiraj was