Demon Emperor Daochen frowned. "Forget it. None of that matters. What matters most now is clearing out this Black-Robed Army. I will never allow them to harm the Primordial World."
"Let's head back first. There shouldn't be any purple-robed or white-robed experts left around here. All that remains is clearing out these small fry, which should be much easier."
"As for whether to merge or not, we can discuss that later!"
Ancient Tiger and Pella both nodded. Neither of them needed to consider anything else for now.
So reaching the Heavenly Dao Realm came with so many restrictions.
Would truly supreme experts hesitate over whether to merge?
For Ancient Tiger and the others, however, as long as they could grow stronger, merging was nothing. Even truly becoming slaves would not matter.
How powerful must a world be if it could treat those in the Heavenly Dao Realm as slaves?
At that moment, Ancient Tiger yearned for it beyond measure. He wanted to visit that world and see the true face of the world in its entirety.
When they returned to the Primordial World, Human Sovereign Fuxi and the others were doing their utmost to clear out the Black-Robed Warriors.
Although there was no longer anyone commanding them from above, and not even a single white-robed expert had appeared again.
The fighting still had not stopped.
Because from beginning to end, the decision to attack the Primordial World had been made solely because it blocked their path forward.
Unless their superiors ordered them to go around it, they would attack without limit until every last warrior had been exhausted.
That was what made these Black-Robed Warriors so terrifying. They feared neither death nor being expended. They had no thoughts and knew only slaughter.
They were puppets, and even more so cannon