The Demon Emperor understood one thing all too well: for an Ant Race that relied on genetic evolution, this aquatic race was simply the perfect food.
The Demon Emperor turned and left with the Fire Barbarian King. There was no point in staying here.
The war between these two worlds would probably be decided very soon.
But the Ant Race would certainly win. With their supercomputing ability, limitless resurrection, and frenzied reproduction, once they completely wiped out this race...
They would undoubtedly undergo a leap in evolution.
"Your Majesty, are we just leaving like this? If we let the Ant Race devour these genes, they'll become unimaginably powerful."
Clearly, the Fire Barbarian King was reluctant to leave.
He also understood how beneficial these genes were to the Ant Race.
The Demon Emperor shook his head, then suddenly thought of something.
Before leaving, he let a drop of his blood fall onto one of the ants. "Let's give them a chance. This ant may be someone we can win over in the future."
"Whether he joins the Abyss Empire or the Angel Empire, we have to deepen their reserves and give them the strength to contend with these empires."
The Demon Emperor felt that, given the Ant Race's racial characteristics, the likelihood of them joining either empire was very low.
The most likely outcome was that they would join neither empire and instead fight them to the death.
Of course, that best served the interests of the Demon Emperor and his people.
After leaving those ants behind...
The Demon Emperor continued west.
Soon, they were fortunate enough to encounter their first Nine-Star World falling from the sky.
The Demon Emperor rushed forward impatiently.
The Fire Barbarian King froze for a moment.
"Be careful, Your Majesty! The impact of a Nine-Star World