"There's no rush to absorb these Abyssal Plane Seeds just yet. If I push the Abyssal Sage King too far, the players' forces might suffer the Scouring. My plan has only just begun. I can't let it die halfway through."
With that thought, Yang Ming once again activated the power of the Infinity Gems to reverse time. The eight Abyssal Emperors he had just erased reappeared, but the image of the nine-tomoe Rinnegan now surfaced in their pupils. Clearly, Yang Ming had wiped away their consciousness, leaving them little more than puppets.
Looking at the eight Abyssal Emperors before him, Yang Ming's lips curved slightly upward. He lightly raised a hand and said:
"Return to your respective planes and await my orders."
The Abyssal Lizard Emperor, the Abyssal Snake Demon Emperor, and the other Abyssal Emperors gave Yang Ming a slight clasped-hand salute, then departed aboard their bone boats, as though they had never appeared at all.
The Abyssal World, the 1st Plane.
Inside the Demon Palace, the Abyssal Sage King sat alone on his throne, his brows tightly knitted. His bent index finger tapped incessantly against the armrest, producing a string of dull knocks.
For some reason, the Abyssal Sage King had been feeling restless and uneasy lately. For an existence like him, infinitely close to the Divine King Tier, this was simply inconceivable.
Powerful beings possessed a vague premonition of the future. This was especially true of supreme experts like the Abyssal Sage King, who was already deeply bound to the Abyssal World itself. He could sense a sinister hand looming over the Abyssal World, slowly tightening its grip. It filled him with a faint sense of unease and oppression, like wind filling a tower before a storm.
"Who exactly is trying to target the Abyssal World?"