The Saint sat cross-legged in midair.
He propped his chin on his hand, as though watching an entertaining show.
The gathering of these Primordial World experts had been entirely within his expectations.
In the many worlds they had conquered, they had encountered far too many rebels.
To make it easier for them to contact one another, he had even deliberately enclosed the East Victory Divine Continent with the Chaos Bead. He certainly could not kill them all with a single blow; he had to give them room to move.
Let them do limited things within a limited space.
Then everything would remain under his control.
He could not help swallowing.
Many of these Primordial World experts were Innate Demon Gods, potent sources of nourishment in their own right. Devouring them would grant him a great deal of demon god origin.
Just thinking of those delicious fellows made it difficult for him to hold back.
After hearing the Saint's mockery.
Countless experts walked out of their mine caves and gazed calmly at the sky.
Though death might await them next, there was no fear in their hearts, only a resolve to face death as though returning home.
Now that they knew they were merely being toyed with, fear had lost all meaning. Fighting to the death and letting their lives blaze in splendor was the best end they could hope for.
Wang Shi looked up into the air, calmly watching the scene unfold.
Across the land of the Primordial World, one expert after another emerged from the mine caves.
The Otherworlder experts in the sky went on guard, quickly forming special formations in groups of three.
These were battle-hardened warriors who had lived through scenes like this countless times.
Long since numbed to slaughter, they utterly disdained the resistance of these