The creature before them looked like a bizarre patchwork of beasts, with monkey-like hands, a human head, four arms with five fingers on each hand, and horns growing from his head.
He looked rather old, and his entire presence seemed listless.
Even so, no one dared underestimate him. Simply standing there, he was like a stone pillar holding up the heavens, impossible to forget.
The old man coughed softly twice. "I'm merely an old monster of the Primordial World who has lived far too long. You people are already dead. Why must you come back to life?"
"Wouldn't it be better to lie quietly in your coffins?"
Warsaw snorted coldly. "Putting on a mysterious act! I refuse to believe a mere Primordial World could have that many powerhouses!"
He gave the Lord of the Ocean beside him a meaningful look, signaling for him to leave.
Whatever this old man was capable of, all Warsaw needed to do was keep him occupied here.
The Lord of the Ocean nodded, then turned and headed toward the Primordial World.
Just then, the old man suddenly coughed softly.
"Little fellow, who said you could leave? Did you get my permission?"
Warsaw looked at him as though he were an idiot. This fellow truly thought nothing of him.
He snorted coldly and charged straight at him.
Someone like this simply needed to be taught a lesson.
Of course, it was not as though he had never considered this fellow's strength. As for how many powerhouses the Primordial World possessed...
They had actually investigated that in detail.
Under normal circumstances, then, no one could stop them as long as the Lord of Fate did not intervene.
At this point, the Lord of Fate was the only one they were guarding against.
They knew perfectly well that