Damn it! Bastard!
Damn it! Bastard!
Why had it turned out like this?
Where exactly had it failed to prepare thoroughly enough? Which arrangement had not been perfect?
To deal with a mere ant in the Billion Dao Realm, it had prepared for over thirty years. To leave its opponent no chance of turning the tables, it had even allowed the Six Saints' supreme treasures to suppress it once more, going so far as to halt the corruption.
Had its preparations not been sufficient?
They had!
More than sufficient!
Never mind the personnel—just the quantity of evil nature contained within this space was already enough to deal with Saints.
And yet, even with preparations like these...
Preparations that should have been foolproof.
Why?
The Evil Spirit Commander-in-Chief—the being who, a million years ago, had commanded the successful devastation and near-total destruction of the Heavenly Court, the Underworld, and the human race—could not help but roar at this moment.
It was unwilling.
So unwilling!
How did that guy in front of it dare? How could he dare?
A full ten Extreme Daluo—at the weakest, Eighth-Realm Daluo; at the strongest, practically Saint-level, beings just one step and one rank removed from becoming Saints.
And this group was not merely high in cultivation. Their talents were terrifying as well.
Not one of them was inferior to the people controlled by the evil spirits.
Innate Dao Embryo, peerless martial bones, Hidden Spirit Sacred Body, Sword Soul Sacred Body...!
Had he gone mad?
Did he not know the situation here?
There were six Saint-grade supreme treasures here—things enough to drive everyone mad. Even Saints likely could not remain calm and would inevitably develop thoughts of seizing them.
Was he not afraid that these people would harbor ill intent, kill him, and silence him?
Watching him