The three heads cackled strangely, their voices making the surrounding stars tremble.
"Hm? Strength King? You've got some nerve, bringing your army here to block my path?"
The moment he saw the man, Apocalypse's face darkened as he spoke in a low voice. Across from him, the smile on the face of the three-headed monster known as Strength King gradually vanished as well.
"So it's Young Master Apocalypse of the Awakened Dragon Clan. Might I ask why Young Master Apocalypse isn't staying properly in the Awakened Dragon Clan to enjoy his retirement, instead coming to this godforsaken place where not even birds shit?"
Strength King said with a face full of mockery, seemingly unafraid of Apocalypse.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin had already prepared himself to flee at any moment. Strength King clearly knew Apocalypse, yet still acted this way without the slightest fear of him. That meant the force behind him was wholly unafraid of Apocalypse.
It was also a force at the Taiyi Mystical Immortal level. Using status to suppress others would not work here. If things went wrong later, he needed to run immediately.
The surroundings were packed with an army, all Dao Integration and Mahayana cultivators. There were also several hundred, perhaps even a thousand, Earth Immortal cultivators holding the line, while Strength King himself was a half-step Heavenly Immortal cultivator.
That could roughly be judged from the crushing pressure emanating from him.
Moreover, countless warships stood silently moored in the distance. No one knew how many cultivators they held, but there were certainly no few.
How could such a force possibly be confronted head-on?
"Do I need to report to you wherever I go? You're nothing but a lackey of the three-headed Royal Clan. You turned yourself into this sorry state, a dog borrowing its master's power."