During the previous great war in the Primordial World, two Black-Robed Armies had appeared on either side of it. Rather than continuing to engage the Primordial World, they had chosen to advance.
After skirting around the Primordial World, they entered a vast, empty region.
The densely packed Black-Robed Armies began to spread out in this region.
The Demon Emperor and his companions intended to hunt here.
Precisely because the armies had spread out, there were not many warriors in any given part of this region.
As long as they proceeded cautiously, unless the enemy deployed large numbers of Black-Robed Experts and Purple-Robed Generals,
they would pose no threat to the Demon Emperor and his companions.
Judging by their decision to skirt around the Primordial World, these fellows were unlikely to dare hunt them down to the last man.
"This time, besides hunting for points, our main purpose is troop training. Our goals are to protect these Quasi-Saint youngsters and intercept the Black-Robed Experts."
"You've all seen just how many Quasi-Saint experts there are throughout the Primordial World, and that number is still growing like mad."
"Right now, I don't have many weapons to counter the enemy. I can only arm these ten thousand people."
"But as time passes and our points increase, we'll be able to arm more and more people, and earn points faster and faster."
"Once we establish a virtuous cycle, the benefits we reap in the future will absolutely be the envy of others."
"I won't touch whatever points you have. As long as you cooperate well this time, you'll have a share when we divide the points in the future."
The Demon Emperor knew how to let go and how to share the spoils.
He knew that even the most beautiful promises and the grandest goals