Killing a few Lone Wanderers would gain them nothing and only waste their time.
What he needed most now was to seize the Origins before him.
The war between Five-Star Battle Worlds was about to begin. They had to concentrate all their strength.
After extorting Jin Yang, the Heaven-Swallowing Wolfhou, and the others, the Mysterious Saint Son set his sights on Xinghui, Alute, and that Four-Star World.
"Heh heh, for the glory of our Five-Star Battle World, please offer your three worlds up to death."
A vast Sacred Light Legion appeared behind the Mysterious Saint Son.
Jin Yang and the others were shocked. They had never imagined this fellow's appetite was so huge that he would even dare touch the Demon Emperor's people.
They had just sold off their own Slave Worlds in exchange for a way out. How could they dare help now?
"Ah, don't blame us. The enemy is simply too powerful."
A Five-Star Battle World was already beyond anything they could afford to provoke.
Xinghui and the others said nothing. They stared ahead tensely, already prepared to fight to the death. After struggling so long to survive, even willingly becoming slaves, was this still as far as they could go?
Though despair filled their eyes, there was also relief.
Just as they were about to act.
A voice drifted over from afar. "Oh? I'd like to see just how powerful a Five-Star World is, to be so arrogant that it dares touch what belongs to me."
Xinghui and the others perked up. "Master, you've finally come!"
Tears glimmered in their eyes. Never before had their master felt so dear to them.
Only now did they understand how helpless they were without a powerful backer.
Looking at those abandoned Slave Worlds, they felt both sorrow and pity.
Perhaps