This was something the Demon Emperor had not expected.
In theory, as long as they could pool the empire's resources and mass-produce Primordial God Puppets, defending one little world should have been no problem.
At that moment, the Core Brain asked in bewilderment, "Your Majesty, what should we do? Should we go to their rescue?"
The Demon Emperor sneered. "We can barely fend for ourselves. How could we possibly have the strength to rescue them? We're struggling to survive too."
Just then, the Spirit Realm Teacher suddenly appeared in the skies above the Independent Alliance's world.
"Demon Emperor Daochen, for the sake of our former bond as teacher and student, please rescue the Spirit Realm Race!"
"The Borderland Alliance has collapsed. These survivors are all that remain of the Borderland Empire."
"As long as you can rescue the Spirit Realm Race, we are willing to become a subordinate race of the Primordial World."
The Ant Race Overlord and the Core Brain shook their heads, somewhat speechless. From what they knew of the Demon Emperor, those words from the Spirit Realm Teacher would surely go to his head and send him rushing to help.
Sure enough, Demon Emperor Daochen's expression shifted uncertainly. He had just said he did not intend to rescue them, only for the Spirit Realm Teacher to come begging in person.
He simply could not bring himself to lose face.
At that moment, the Ant Race Overlord spoke. "Since the Spirit Realm Teacher has asked, and they're willing to become our subordinate race, let's rescue them!"
Demon Emperor Daochen paused. "All right, then. Thank you both."
Just as the Demon Emperor had said, rescuing the Spirit Realm Race would do them little good.
But since the Spirit Realm Teacher had shown such sincerity, there was nothing else to