No one knew whether these people had been specially sent by some Golden Immortal force from the Demon Domain to probe them. They did not dare gamble.
He did not dare gamble.
"Alas."
At those words, the experts behind him all let out sighs, seething with frustration.
They could only watch helplessly as those beasts below ate the flesh of their kin and drank the blood of their kin, while they themselves did nothing. The feeling was unbearably stifling.
When had they ever suffered such humiliation?
Damn it.
"These people really are cowards. We've provoked them this much, and they still won't make a move."
On the star, a hulking man stuffing himself with a huge chunk of meat raised his head and looked disdainfully at the warship overhead.
"What the hell do you know? You're just a crude brute. They're a noble Golden Immortal force—if they said half an hour, then half an hour. They're extremely punctual."
"Right, right, right. There's a saying—what was it again? Keeping one's word. Yes, that's it, keeping one's word. They call this keeping one's word. You crude brutes should just keep eating."
"Damn it, you saying I'm uncultured?"
The hulking men burst into loud laughter, so loud that the many experts beyond the star could hear it.
On the warship, the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal experts of the Profound Origin Scorpion Clan had faces ashen with rage. Each clenched his fists, wishing he could devour those people on the star alive.
But they belonged to the military, and obedience to orders was mandatory. Without an order, they could not act on their own.
Every Golden Immortal force had its own cultivated army. Such armies could gather a military soul, and their combat power was immensely formidable.
Golden Immortal forces generally only deployed these