Demon Emperor Daochen's words left everyone at a loss. This was more than a mere risk. If someone really charged into the Primordial World, it could bring about a tremendous disaster.
The Demon Emperor simply waved a hand. "Relax. I left a contingency in the Primordial World. There won't be any problems."
Everyone understood at once. So the Demon Emperor had prepared in advance. That made things much easier.
Then they fixed their eyes on the Black-Robed Warriors before them. These were no longer enemies, but gleaming piles of points.
The more people came to snatch them up, the fewer points each of them would get.
At that thought, everyone lowered their heads without a word, turned, and left.
Everyone knew the value of quietly making a fortune.
He watched them charge onto the battlefield one after another.
The Demon Emperor smiled helplessly. Such was the allure of war, the temptation of points.
But to the Demon Emperor, none of these things were particularly useful.
He had carefully browsed the Points Shop many times, and he had noticed something: it stocked practically everything, from cultivation methods to formations.
But they were all limited to lower-tier worlds.
That meant worlds on the same level as Chaos. There was almost nothing that truly transcended those worlds.
As for the many spiritual and precious medicines, they cost far too many points, and their effects were not particularly significant. They held little appeal for the Demon Emperor.
What truly tempted him was the weaponry and equipment.
Although what they could buy might only be ordinary or low-grade items from the Upper Realm, with steep prices that demanded large numbers of points.
None of that was a problem for the Demon Emperor.
What he needed was not these weapons with their limited destructive power, but