The group quickly raced off in one direction.
They were all supreme experts of the nine heavens of the Saint Realm. Flying at full speed, they covered ten thousand miles almost in the blink of an eye.
Even so, following the route indicated by the Little Demon Emperor, they still traveled for ten days and nights before reaching the vicinity of the Black-Robed Army.
When the Demon Emperor saw the boundless army of Black-Robed Ones,
he was utterly astonished.
Or rather, they all were.
Everyone stared at the sight before them in inexplicable horror.
"There are far too many of them. Just the Gods of the Void I know of already make up an enormous gathering of experts."
"I never imagined these fellows would be even more terrifying in number. All the Gods of the Void put together might not amount to even a fraction of them."
"No wonder this faction actually knows about the Gods of the Void. Even if they aren't spread throughout all of Chaos, they must occupy a vast portion of it."
"What should we do next? Are we still going ahead?"
Demon Emperor Daochen looked at everyone watching him. His expression was grave, but his tone was resolute. "Yes. Not only are we going ahead, we must also do everything we can to change their direction."
"I wonder how far the army of the Gods of the Void has gotten. If we can find a way to make them collide, that might be a good solution."
The group all looked troubled.
They all felt that this time, disaster loomed far larger than any hope of survival.
Facing so many enemies, they would be worn down to death, never mind killing their foes.
Even if they could complete the mission, their chances of returning alive probably