Seeing the weapons they had all but secured slip away, the Lord of Extreme Cold and the others were utterly helpless.
At the same time, they began to feel a trace of fear toward those fellows in the Primordial World.
Those fellows were far too shameless. The methods they came up with were impossible to guard against.
"What do we do next? Looks like our plan to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight isn't much use anymore."
"Our clever Lord of Extreme Cold, what should we do?"
The Avengers all stared at the Lord of Extreme Cold before them.
Faced with their questioning, the Lord of Extreme Cold shook his head helplessly. "My original plan was to catch powerhouses who were alone. Naturally, saving ourselves some effort would have been ideal."
"Now it seems it wasn't my strategy that failed, but that the enemy was too cunning."
"Let's stick to catching the stragglers. I think his method is quite good. In any case, these Ultimate Powerhouses shouldn't pose much of a threat to us. They don't seem very intelligent."
"Why don't we deal with them one by one?"
"We have plenty of Black-Robed Puppets anyway. I don't mind losing a few."
Everyone nodded helplessly. What else could they do?
They still needed the Lord of Extreme Cold, so they could only follow his every instruction.
Though he was a little too fond of grand achievements and glory, he was still reliable when it came to getting things done.
Soon, they caught another Three-Legged Fire Demon King who was alone, copying the Human Sovereign's methods.
They took turns attacking, relying on their superior cultivation to bully the few with the many and the weak with the strong.
It was shamelessness taken to the extreme.
By now, such methods