In the Primordial World, everyone waited quietly. The final moment was almost upon them.
The Abyss Empire was nearly at their doorstep, and the Angel Empire had reached the Dark God Clan. Their alliance looked to be on the verge of annihilation.
The Demon Emperor continued to wait unhurriedly. He was waiting for a certain opportunity.
A group of Grand Ancestor Gods stood guard beside the Demon Emperor. "Your Highness, these people have completely surrounded the Primordial World. If we don't break out now, we really won't have another chance."
Demon Emperor Daochen reassured them. "Hold on, everyone. We've reached the most critical moment."
"The Angel Empire and the Abyss Empire are mortal enemies. The moment we stand on the brink of destruction will also be the most critical moment for them to launch their attacks."
"Wait. No matter what, we must wait until then. Hold on. Everyone, hold on."
The Primordial World had remained on the defensive all along, never launching a counterattack.
Just as the Demon Emperor had said, even breaking out and counterattacking was meaningless now. Only when the Angel Empire and the Holy Origin Empire truly fought their decisive battle would there be a chance to turn defeat into victory.
Within the Angel Empire, the Angel King led the army of War Angels, standing guard at the frontier.
"Have you determined how the Abyss Empire has deployed its forces?"
A Fourteen-Wing War Angel nodded. "We have. A large portion of their forces is deployed along the northern and eastern frontiers, with only a small portion attacking the Primordial World. It seems they're quite concerned about these minor races, but they're still devoting a great deal of attention to guarding against us."
The Angel King frowned. "Heh, nothing but a pack of old foxes. But however