Though they said that, the three had other ideas.
They exchanged glances, then turned their eyes toward the Lord of Light. "We heard your home was crippled? Among the four of us, you may not be the strongest, but you aren't the weakest either. Suppressing Nether Soil is an insult to all of us. Naturally, we're willing to help you."
"But there's something we'll need your help with."
The Lord of Light frowned slightly. "What is it? Please, speak plainly!"
One of the lords of Nether Soil stepped forward. His name was Keside, the Lord of War. In life, he had cultivated the Dao of War, and his combat prowess was formidable.
What he excelled at most, however, was large-scale warfare with armies.
"We heard quite a few of your nether insects were wiped out. Those creatures are valuable, but they're wasted in your hands. Why not give us half? Lend us a little support."
"You know I don't have much cannon fodder under my command. It's really awkward working with so little."
Of the four territories of Nether Soil, the Lord of Light possessed the most nether insects. His swarms were larger and stronger as well.
How was the Lord of War asking to borrow a few? This was outright looting a burning house.
Yet the Lord of Light no longer seemed to care.
His army had already vanished like smoke, anyway. Who knew how long it would take to raise the remaining insects into another army?
Besides, he had a vague feeling that this expedition to the Primordial World would mark a turning point for Nether Soil.
What the future held remained unknown. Rather than worry now, he might as well secure more bargaining chips.
The three lords of Nether Soil watched the Lord of Light like tigers