It took a long time to clear out the remnants of these forces.
Bone Demon and the others looked at the distant World Bridge, a glint of greed in their eyes. But they knew it now belonged to the Demon Emperor and had no intention of seizing it.
"Lord Demon Emperor, thank you for coming to our rescue. If you hadn't come, our two worlds would have been destroyed."
Demon Emperor Daochen nodded slightly. "I just wanted to earn some merit. Saving you was merely something I did along the way."
"But these worlds really did have a strong fighting spirit. Not a single person fled."
Bone Demon sighed softly. "They were all unfortunate souls who had weathered countless wars. Perhaps one day, after I die, my people will follow me to the grave in the same way."
"Once a world is destroyed, those who remain have no future."
Demon Emperor Daochen gave him a puzzled look. "I've seen plenty of people choose to become slaves. Enduring humiliation to shoulder a heavy burden is nothing to be ashamed of, is it?"
Bone Demon shook his head. "What good does enduring humiliation do? The moment your world is destroyed, you'll understand that despair."
"Even if you manage to integrate into another world someday, the flaws in your own origin can never be repaired. For some people, being unable to continue cultivating or advance, and gradually falling behind others at the same level, brings a sense of loss they cannot bear."
"That's also why battles to the death are so rare among Five-Star Battle Worlds. Winning is wonderful, of course, but the price of losing is unbearable."
Demon Emperor Daochen understood at once. He fell silent for a moment, then rallied his spirits. "In an age of such fierce contention, we either