The Attendant nodded. "Of course."
"Why did those above send you so many helpers at this critical moment? I think their meaning is obvious: you're moving too slowly."
"They're trying to help you pick up the pace."
"Those above can't very well give you points outright, or hand you a Heavenly Dao-Class Weapon directly. That would be bending the rules."
"But these monsters are different. They once belonged to this world. You could say they were banished here, so this still falls within the rules."
Pan King Zhou's expression shifted. From what the Attendant said, those above must have been watching his actions all along.
It seemed his previous slow, hesitant approach was no longer appropriate.
It seemed he would have to use Blade Slash to cut through the tangled hemp from now on. In truth, he wanted to finish his opponents off effortlessly too. Unfortunately, his strength did not allow it.
Never mind the Demon Emperor, who possessed two Heavenly Dao-Class Weapons and had the Primordial World backing him.
He was no match even for the vast armies of the Avenger.
He had only one Ultimate Powerhouse: himself. Even after putting every good thing he had into his own forces, he had only produced a few dozen pseudo-Ultimate Powerhouses.
They had all gained their strength by merging with Attendants. Leaving aside how powerful they were in battle,
their futures were certainly ruined.
Even so, he still dared not harbor the slightest covetous intent toward the Demon Emperor.
He was not the only one eyeing the Primordial World. Other powerful figures were watching it too.
Under those circumstances, making him fight those powerful figures was clearly inappropriate.
That was also why those above had sent these monsters to help him.
He had to admit, those above had really come through