Would the Golden Squid King willingly agree to such a thing? Obviously not.
Even if they could regenerate, it still cost time and energy.
Moreover, doing so frequently would affect their potential.
Who would willingly turn their own future into someone else's profit?
But if they refused to cooperate with the Demon Emperor...
An even more miserable, arduous fate awaited them.
No one wanted to be someone else's bargaining chip, but once they had become one, they had to see it through.
Looking at the massive hammer in his hand, the Golden Squid King gave a bitter smile. "Thank you, Your Majesty. I have long heard of the might of Heavenly Dao-Class Weapons, but this is my first time seeing a real one."
"My subordinates told me that they fought those giant slaves for a very long time, yet never captured a single one."
"Nor did they ever obtain a single weapon."
"I have to say, those fellows in the Upper Realm keep a very tight grip on anything useful in war."
"Even if they lose something, they would rather destroy it than leave it to us."
Demon Emperor Daochen raised an eyebrow. Perhaps this treatment was reserved for the Golden Squid Clan.
After all, the Golden Squid Clan was relatively easy to bully.
Every member of this race was powerful and reached adulthood shortly after birth, but once they matured, their strength essentially stagnated.
Even the Golden Squid King before him, hailed as his clan's hope for the future, was merely one of the stronger Ultimate Powerhouses at this point, far from the strongest.
His speed, strength, and regenerative abilities might be superior, but he had no other outstanding combat capabilities.
Overall, his combat prowess was quite ordinary.
Once someone had gauged the strength of such a race, controlling