Gui Sun spoke with deep regret. "What did that fellow come here for? Hmph, if we weren't in the Ten-Thousand-Year Blood War right now, with the higher-ups forbidding us from acting alone, I'd definitely catch you, you little pup."
After escaping the Ghouls' territory, the Demon Emperor and the nine-headed hound both breathed sighs of relief. Who could have imagined they would run into such a lunatic along the way?
That reckless hothead was truly difficult to deal with.
But just as they entered this place, the Demon Emperor sensed something wrong with their surroundings.
Everything was utterly silent, as though all things had vanished and withered away.
Demon Emperor Daochen's expression changed, and he looked toward the Primordial World.
"Speed up. Head that way."
Within the Independent Alliance, their sorties to clear out the armies of the Dead had ultimately bought them some time.
When those armies of the Dead appeared again,
they had already completed their evolution into Great Accomplishment Gods, though that was half a month later.
During this period, Great Accomplishment God-level members of the Ant Race were born one after another. These members of the Alien Race were soon deployed to the defensive line to command the Puppet Army in battle.
By now, these Primordial God Puppets had become nothing more than mechanized cannon fodder, their deployments serving entirely to support the Ant Race.
"Lord Core Brain, please hold out for a week, no matter what. Once all my children are born, we'll definitely be able to hold the defensive line."
At that moment, the Ant Race Overlord's forehead was covered in sweat.
The super-powerful fighters swarming toward them all wore expressions of enjoyment. Now that they had become Great Accomplishment Gods, they possessed some capacity for independent action and could move freely.
They