Behind Huo Yuhao, Ning Tian and Wu Feng each quietly pinched his back. This scoundrel had twisted her meaning and still acted as though he had every right to do so.
As fellow women, they were already beginning to sympathize with Princess Jiujiu. But since they were on Huo Yuhao's side, they could only lower their heads and stifle their laughter.
Nebula Douluo Manyi also rose, her expression dark. "Young man, do you know what you're doing? Going back on your word will bring retribution."
The threat in Nebula Douluo's words was unmistakable, but Huo Yuhao merely waved a hand, completely unconcerned.
"To be frank, I never intended to rely on you for top-end combat strength. All I want is to create enough rank-and-file troops to free me up to eliminate the enemy's strongest fighters."
None of those present understood what Huo Yuhao meant, but he was speaking from the heart. This was precisely the predicament he now faced.
Against the Abyss Plane, if he recruited Huo Yuhao, the Silver Dragon King, and a few others to help, they would already have enough strength to confront the Abyssal Sage King.
But the Abyss Plane had far too many lesser troops, and they could revive, making them virtually endless.
Even slaughtering ten thousand pigs one by one would take tremendous effort. If Huo Yuhao wanted to face the Abyss Plane's strongest fighters, he first had to solve the problem of dealing with its rank-and-file forces.
After all, those Abyssal Creatures amounted to little in the eyes of god-level powerhouses, but it would still be far too difficult for the Douluo Continent's current Soul Masters to fight them. Even if Huo Yuhao wiped out the entire Abyss Plane, it would be a crushing loss if his own home was destroyed as well.