After the Demon Emperor revealed his own formidable strength, along with that of the Primordial World, the Giant Mouth Overlord fell silent.
"You're strong enough to wipe us out outright. Why go to all this trouble? Is it merely to buy a little time?"
The Giant Mouth Overlord had never imagined that the Primordial World possessed enough strength to wipe out the Giant Mouth Clan.
And precisely because he had witnessed such tremendous strength, he was terrified. His next choice could very well determine the Giant Mouth Clan's future fate.
"The Abyss is no longer worth clinging to. If you keep fighting, the Giant Mouth Clan will have no path left but annihilation."
"Play along with this act and buy us some time, and I can shelter you. At the very least, nothing will happen to you before the Primordial World falls."
The Giant Mouth Overlord frowned. There was nothing enticing about the words of the man before him.
He could still distinguish between temporary safety and the danger of his race's extinction.
Just then, the Demon Emperor spoke again. "From what I know of your Abyss Empire's will, it will abandon a useless Abyssal race without hesitation. And once abandoned, even if that race escapes extinction, it will end up as nothing more than a specimen in the Abyss Empire's collection of races. They're essentially all buried away, never to see the light of day again."
"As far as I know, throughout the Abyss Empire's history, not a single race put away like that has ever regained its vitality. The final fate of an eliminated race is merely to become an exhibit."
Those words plunged the Giant Mouth Overlord into utter despair. This man had shattered his illusions without mercy.
In truth, every race knew that once a race