Hearing his words, the Lords of Nether Soil understood what he meant.
This fellow was offering a pledge of allegiance-in plain terms, a show of sincerity.
As he had said, he could imitate the Demon Emperor's aura and was also a supreme expert at the ninth heaven of the Saint Realm.
With his abilities, he could easily sow discord between them himself, turning these Saint Realm ants against the Demon Emperor of the Primordial World.
By doing this, he was making one thing clear: he and the Demon Emperor could never coexist.
Under normal circumstances, why would he do such a thing?
After all, the Demon Emperor bore him no ill will.
Just then, the Lord of Darkness suddenly gave the Lord of Light a meaningful look.
The Lord of Light paused, not quite understanding what the Lord of Darkness meant.
In the end, the two communicated through their divine senses.
"This fellow has ulterior motives. We had better be careful. I keep feeling that the Demon Emperor is far too powerful, not someone we can handle at all."
"Just like Pangu back then. His strength surpassed all others, and he actually slaughtered the Three Thousand Demon Gods single-handedly."
"How many experts were there throughout Chaos? And how many truly deserved to be called Chaos Demon Gods? Pangu slaughtered three thousand all by himself."
"If the Demon Emperor really is that powerful, then with our strength, we truly stand no chance against him."
The Lord of Darkness's thinking was simple: some things could not be accomplished merely through strength in numbers.
It was just like their current situation. The Demon Emperor was so powerful, and even Pangu had been able to slaughter three thousand Demon Gods.
How much more so a Demon Emperor?
They could not become someone else's pawns