Suddenly, one of the Void Overlords drew a short sword as well.
The two charged at the Demon Emperor from different directions.
Demon Emperor Daochen laughed heartily. "Didn't I already tell you? My defenses are at the Heavenly Dao level. You can't just break through them whenever you please."
These two fools apparently had no idea that his defenses covered his entire body, making it as hard as a supreme treasure.
Despite his mockery, however, the Demon Emperor remained wary. These were Heavenly Dao-Class Weapons, after all. Perhaps they had other uses.
At the same time, he felt a measure of admiration for these Gods of the Void.
They must have put an enormous amount of effort into hunting down so many Black-Robed Warriors in this vast Chaos.
These two fellows seemed to have grown cunning with age. They knew how to weigh gains against losses and would stop at nothing in their pursuit of power.
That was a sign of mental strength.
They would rather surrender part of their souls than stop strengthening themselves.
People obsessed with spiritual purity could never understand that.
Yet the Demon Emperor admired precisely this sort of person. Their desires were pure and simple. You could make them do anything, work them like oxen and horses.
As long as you gave them a chance to grow stronger, they would never give up.
Just as they were doing now, even if they ultimately failed to become Heavenly Dao Realm experts, they could still raise themselves to greater heights.
At the very least, they could reach the Upper Realm and become slaves.
Perhaps, to them, even breathing in the lower realm was intolerable.
In their eyes, only going to the Upper Realm meant becoming truly powerful.
The Demon Emperor did not draw a Heavenly Dao-Class Weapon.