City World and Gaming Heavyweights

The Demon Venerable poked his head out furtively and rattled off greetings as if reciting a menu. "Fellow Daoist Chen, fellow Monster, fellow Ancient Dragon, fellow War Marshal, Senior Netherworld, Senior Corpse Emperor—greetings to you all."

A closer look at the Demon Venerable's greetings would reveal that he had addressed the group members in ascending order of strength, as he saw it.

First came the weakest, the group leader Chen Feng, who was still playing in the dirt in a single city.

Then came the King of the Monsters, who apparently hadn't even left Earth yet.

Next were the Immortal Ancient Dragon, the Galactic War Marshal, and the Demon Venerable himself, all of whom could clearly leave their planets.

Last came Netherworld Star, who could travel through space and had utterly crushed the Galactic War Marshal, and the Unlucky Corpse Emperor, whose Great Emperor subordinates alone could pierce entire galaxies.

Only those two deserved to be called seniors!

That was what the Demon Venerable thought.

But the Unlucky Corpse Emperor, one of those seniors, merely sent a waving emoji to keep the chat streak alive, then went quiet again.

The other senior, Netherworld Star, apologized. "Sorry. I accidentally let that thing get away. Group leader, are you all right?"

The Demon Venerable's heart jolted.

He had watched the entire conversation about the consciousness-form enemy last time.

When Senior Netherworld Star said it could come over and eat the thing, the Demon Venerable had assumed it was dead. But judging by the chat, that consciousness-form being from the group leader's world had somehow gotten the better of Senior Netherworld Star?

Netherworld Star had destroyed even the War Marshal's planetary-class warships, yet a monster from the group leader's world had escaped?

It seemed the group leader's world was no simple place.

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