He was truly afraid. After all, that terrifying attendant had spawned far too many legends.
Besides, with that terrifying pressure and ferocious fighting stance, who would willingly go up there to die?
They were not the only ones to make that decision. A white-robed figure elsewhere made the same choice.
The Demon Emperor knew nothing of their swift retreat.
But as the war continued, Black-Robed Warriors were hunted down one after another.
In the blink of an eye, Demon Emperor Daochen had gathered another ten thousand Quasi-Saints from the Primordial World.
And as time passed, his army was rapidly growing.
At that moment, the Little Demon Emperor spoke. "Your Majesty, I heard you have a way to help them break through to the Saint Realm quickly. Why not let them break through?"
"That would speed up their slaughter considerably."
"Then they could earn points even faster."
Demon Emperor Daochen shook his head. "That would only be killing the hen to get its eggs. I won't do that."
"Bring out the potions and give them to the first batch of warriors."
Giving them Chaos Demon God bloodlines would greatly accelerate their growth.
It would also help them break through to the Saint Realm. After all, many Chaos Demon Gods were born as Saint Realm Experts. These warriors were already on the verge of a breakthrough; they had not taken that step only because they had yet to accumulate enough strength.
But once they possessed Chaos Demon God bloodlines, they would awaken a great deal of knowledge within those bloodlines. Their path to the Saint Realm would become much broader, and breaking through would be far easier.
Of course, this meant the Demon Emperor would suffer a loss-a considerable loss, a bleeding loss.
But so what? That meant nothing to the Demon