For the vast majority of Alliance Dominators, winning them over with benefits was always better than driving them with compulsory orders.
In truth, having reached the level of Dominator, whether they were Alliance powerhouses or native beings of the Wizard World, they had already become part of the Wizard Civilization's ruling class.
Saine had painted the Red-Clothed Little Girl a pie both huge and fragrant. He had also promised to one day let her witness the mysteries of a Higher Dimensional Plane and explore realms beyond Level-8 Peak.
Thus, he had tied the Red-Clothed Little Girl to his own chariot.
Otherwise, if the Red-Clothed Little Girl kept hiding away in the Land of Divinefall, that would not do in the long run.
As for the whereabouts of the Gray Mist Level-9 that the Red-Clothed Little Girl had asked about, Saine, wearing the Faceless Mask, had never said a word.
The Red-Clothed Little Girl seemed very interested in the Gray Mist Level-9, but the Gray Mist Level-9 had never mentioned her in front of Saine.
Wearing a deep red gown, the Red-Clothed Little Girl made her way step by step to the highest point in the sky above the battlefield.
The dense energy beams all around her, along with the battle-armored mechs and Decayed Civilization legions constantly plummeting from the sky, did not affect the Red-Clothed Little Girl's elegance in the slightest.
She held a red fan in one hand, while sharp nails extended from the other. Saine knew that she also possessed a whip as a weapon, though she had not revealed it for now.
The Red-Clothed Little Girl's appearance immediately set off intense alarm in the Level-8 Mid-Stage Dominator of the Decayed Civilization across from them!
This was a gigantic Decayed Dominator. Neither the concentrated barrage of Doomsday Weapons