The racial worlds that came were all powerhouses among the Three-Star Worlds. It was like raising venomous creatures in a jar, selecting the strongest one with the greatest potential.
If it were up to the Demon Emperor, he would have taken them as slaves in advance, the moment a Supreme Powerhouse emerged.
That would effectively increase his own strength.
Just then, Demon Emperor Daochen looked into the distance. One of the victors was staring in their direction.
Its intentions were clearly hostile.
Demon Emperor Daochen asked loudly, "Can the victors hunt other worlds?"
The fellow from the Barbarian Emperor Ancient Clan smiled. "As long as you think you're capable, you can declare war on two worlds already fighting each other at the same time. But I'd advise you not to. After all, making it this far wasn't easy."
He was speaking to the Demon Emperor, but also to the victorious world nearby.
Clearly, his warning had some effect.
That group actually withdrew.
Demon Emperor Daochen barked coldly, "Extreme Speed!"
He darted through the crowd like a meteor, leaving clouds of bloody mist wherever he passed.
Soon, he had beaten this Three-Star World to the brink of collapse.
Yet they still did not flee. Instead, someone dropped to their knees. "We're willing to become your Slave World! We surrender! Please, stop killing us!"
Many willingly laid down their weapons and knelt, trembling.
They had completely lost their confidence. The fellow before them was a madman, utterly reckless in battle. Most importantly, they could not hurt him at all.
Demon Emperor Daochen frowned. This was truly unusual. He had thought these fellows would fight to the very end.
He had never expected them to surrender halfway through.
At least half their warriors had yet to make a move.
At that moment, the