After witnessing the betrayal of the Angel Empire and the Meida Race, the Demon Emperor's trust in races like theirs had fallen to a very low level.
Faced with the Demon Emperor's doubts, the Spirit Realm Teacher said, "We can simply make them slave races. Their lives and deaths will be in our hands."
Demon Emperor Daochen frowned. "You can explain the situation to them. If they want our protection, they must abide by our rules and put the Independent Alliance above all else."
After the Spirit Realm Teacher relayed his words, everyone cheered.
Then they approached the Demon Emperor. "Thank you, Your Majesty. As long as we can survive, we are willing to become your slave races and vassals."
They had already fallen into despair. No matter how they fled, they would eventually fall to the Dead. Enemies surrounded them on every side, and what they wanted most now was to seek refuge with a major race.
Unfortunately, the Angel Empire could barely fend for itself, and they could not reach it either.
They could not get in touch with the other races or the Abyss Empire.
Or rather, they were already powerless to do anything.
The Dead were everywhere.
Wherever they went, they came under siege. Sooner or later, they would be wiped out.
They lived in fear every day, and now a glimmer of light had suddenly appeared. They would rather become someone else's slaves than continue living on the run.
Even if they ultimately died as slaves, they could only say that heaven had willed it!
Demon Emperor Daochen frowned. Guided by the Spirit Realm Teacher and those people, they soon found a relatively small city.
Many fairly powerful races had gathered there. Precisely because the city was small, the vast army of the Dead could