"Holy Monarch, that brat has arrived. The crisis for my Abyss Army is upon us. What should we do next?"
Seeing the Abyssal Sage King's mood sour at once, the dog-headed strategist Sage Emperor immediately lowered his voice. With his head bowed and back bent, he asked furtively.
"What should we do? Do you think I have no way to deal with that brat? For now, we need only avoid his edge, and he will be helpless!"
The Abyssal Sage King waved a large hand and spoke with great satisfaction.
"Ah?"
Sage Emperor's mind went blank. What did "avoid his edge" mean? Was he talking about a full army retreat?
At that moment, Spirit Emperor, the Abyss's second emperor, saw through the Abyssal Sage King's intentions. He immediately stepped forward, clasped his hands, and loudly praised, "Holy Monarch's wisdom runs deeper than the abyss itself. We are far beyond comparison. We need only make a strategic retreat and recuperate. One day, under Holy Monarch's command, we will surely wash away our past humiliation!"
Sage Emperor: [○·`"·○]
You damn Divine Origin Realm Spirit Emperor, you're even trying to steal a bootlicker's job from me?!
He immediately took three steps forward, threw himself flat onto the ground, and spoke with fervent passion, pouring out every extravagant compliment he had learned from Ghost Emperor. "Holy Monarch is farsighted, cunning, and masterful in strategy—he saw at a glance the truth that humans have short lifespans while ours are endless! We need only use our longevity advantage to wear that bastard to death, then we can easily conquer his grave and deny him peace even after death!"
Dig up his grave and grind his bones. Ghost Emperor had said that some people in the wicked Holy Spirit Cult who practiced special methods enjoyed doing such