Demon Emperor Daochen looked at everyone. "I know the rest of you must feel dissatisfied, but right now, we have to prioritize the contestants and improve their overall strength. This matters to the entire Primordial World."
"None of the other top experts in the Primordial World can help us yet."
"But these contestants are different. They already possess formidable strength, and everyone acknowledges that."
"Moreover, the God of the Void has long since become one of us, sharing our glory and disgrace. The fate of the entire Primordial World has long been tied to them. We can trust them."
"As for the other contestants and experts, they either came because of my reputation or were captured by me. In any case, they can all be trusted."
"As long as we arm them, we can at least have a group of top-tier fighters in the short term. Perhaps we really will still be weak against a full-fledged army, but at least we will have the power to resist."
Demon Emperor Daochen was actually exhausted. He could sense that their enemies were growing stronger and stronger, while the Primordial World's development was struggling to keep pace.
The Primordial World had grown accustomed to slowly accumulating progress over hundreds and thousands of years. Whether cultivating their strength or deepening their understanding of the Great Dao, everyone needed an extremely long time.
Yet recently, one event after another had erupted, each pushing them to their limits and forcing everyone to move forward.
Although these experts of the Primordial World had begun to adapt and were striving to grow stronger,
they still needed time to truly bring out all their potential.
The Demon Emperor had been trying every possible way to buy time.
He had used every method available, organizing one hunt after another. Although