Those damned bastards really had spared no effort in dealing with them.
They had certainly committed enormous resources, too.
Their little band would struggle against even one group, let alone five.
"Why don't we go find the Demon Emperor? I feel his Primordial World is still very safe."
Chaos Heaven gave a bitter laugh. He wanted nothing more than to fight to the death.
But reality would not allow it. There were thirty fully armed experts, every one of them stronger than him.
Wouldn't it be child's play for such powerful enemies to slaughter the Avengers?
He could not lead everyone to their deaths.
At the same time, he felt a little gratified. Those bastards up above really thought highly of him, deploying such a massive force. It gave him a sliver of pride.
So he carried that much weight in their eyes.
He shook his head, banishing the thought.
What was there to be proud of? A pack of slaves made up of trash deserved only to suffer defeat at his hands.
What he did not know was that, among the Avengers, a pair of eyes was watching Chaos Heaven, who had finally stopped stubbornly insisting on his own way and learned to yield.
A deeply satisfied expression appeared.
"Brothers, follow Pan King Zhou and rendezvous in the Primordial World."
"I'll hold them off."
Chaos Heaven's expression was grave. It was a difficult decision, but he made it nonetheless.
He was utterly decisive, utterly resolute.
Just then, Pangu stepped forward, stopping him with his voice. "Chaos Heaven, you should leave too. I'll hold them off."
"After I die, I'll revive in the Primordial World. Don't worry about me."
"I've stayed hidden for so long because I foresaw this day. Attendant 99 arranged for me to come here to preserve