Demon Emperor Daochen looked at everyone and explained the advantages they possessed.
"Every era has its own special laws, and our era has weapons of its own. We have all kinds of supreme Immortal Treasures, along with formations, talismans, pills, and more."
"These are our weapons."
"We have a unity they lack. Those hypocritical Gods of the Void are nothing but selfish creatures brought together by profit."
"Though powerful, they each fight for themselves, forgetting righteousness at the sight of the smallest gain. Where is their dignity as powerful beings?"
"As long as we stand united, we can certainly defeat them."
There was also something the Demon Emperor had left unsaid.
As long as he settled them somewhere else, as long as the entire Primordial World was not destroyed.
He would have a very good chance of returning.
With his strength alone, he would hunt down those hateful Gods of the Void.
Those Gods of the Void treated others as prey.
As food, as supplies of energy.
Demon Emperor Daochen refused to let them have their way.
If they could strike on the first day, he could retaliate on the fifteenth.
Demon Emperor Daochen believed that as long as he could find Gods of the Void who were alone, hunting them down should be as easy as turning his hand.
These creatures were not actually that strong. Their strength lay only in how long they had lived and how much experience they possessed.
But while their experience had been useful in their own era, what use did it have now?
Clearly, none.
A God of the Void could not even understand the laws of a world, much less fight the Demon Emperor under that system of laws.
The Primordial World was a special world.
It was a freely developing world