Some of them had already begun to lose patience.
Since they had made their decision, they ought to carry it out to the letter.
No matter where the enemies were, they had to wipe them out.
In truth, Kandal and the others could hardly be blamed. Those two had been beaten so badly that fear had sunk into their bones.
They would rather take a detour and avoid the Demon Emperor as much as possible than keep fighting him.
In fact, most of the others felt the same way.
Who would willingly fight a monster like the Demon Emperor?!
They had never once gotten the better of that fellow.
Soon, they sprang into a frenzy of activity.
They kept searching for traces of every contestant. Before long, they had wiped out the few isolated contestants they found. Rather than linger, they continued onward.
They were heading in precisely the opposite direction from the Demon Emperor and his companions, and soon they were far from the Primordial World.
As time passed and the fighting continued, more and more powerful fighters banded together, and more White-Robed joined them.
Gradually, they discovered that the Black-Robed Warriors really could be used as cannon fodder to lure out the top fighters.
As long as those fighters dared to strike and hunt them down, the White-Robed hiding behind the scenes would swarm them.
Almost no one would be able to stop them then.
They had finally discovered the secret to fighting.
Their previous approach had indeed been effective. In general, it sped up the slaughter of ordinary warriors and strengthened their Black-Robed Army.
But once this order came down from the Upper Realm, that approach became rather impractical.
First of all, when they encountered truly powerful opponents, they often found themselves outmatched.
Yet the mission still