"Plague?"
"It's me!"
"You shouldn't be here!"
"I know, but I had no choice."
"You're actually injured?"
"Yes!"
"This aura... the power of a Half-Saint? The Primordial World's living beings discovered you? Damn it, are you trying to expose our existence?"
"There was just an accident."
"An accident?"
"You know about my mission. I discovered the past-life incarnation of an ancient Primordial World being, used it to lock onto the soul of its reincarnation, and sent my subordinates over to capture it."
"I know about that mission, but those above also said that if an ancient Primordial World being is connected to a great sect or a higher race—especially if it involves their upper ranks—we are to give up immediately. At present, the existence of Evil Spirits, especially ours, absolutely cannot be exposed."
"Of course I know that. In fact, that was exactly what I did. That ancient Primordial World being had no connection to any great sect. Only after confirming that did I make my move."
"If that's the case, then how do you explain your condition?"
"I don't know either. I was about to succeed when something suddenly went wrong."
"The only reason I was injured was because I never expected a Half-Saint from the Mythical Realm to intervene. Otherwise, my origin wouldn't have been harmed."
"If that's so, then you have even less reason to come here, you bastard! Are you trying to drag me down and expose me too?"
"Of course not!"
"The moment I discovered Saint-level power, I immediately destroyed everything at my location. That entire space was repeatedly annihilated. After leaving, I hid elsewhere for a while, and only came to you after making sure it was safe."
"Bastard, how do you know the other side isn't fishing for you?"
"Impossible!"
"Since you can