Yet the resentment churning in its chest kept it from nodding so easily. It was the lord of a race, an outstanding Emperor Evil capable of wielding six Imperial Evil Artifacts. How could it willingly become a sacrifice in a transaction between stronger beings and hand over the territory it had guarded for tens of thousands of years?
"Lord Extreme Wind!"
The Six-armed Nether Fiend Bull Viper drew a deep breath, enduring the searing pain of its wounds as it spoke solemnly toward the source of the voice. "I, Six-Arms, have served under your Extreme Wind Domain for more than a hundred thousand years! During those hundred thousand years, my race fought for you across countless realms and paid tribute in Black Rock Gold without ever showing the slightest negligence. Now that our territory has been taken and none of my people here survived, if I must even abandon this last shred of dignity, why did I, Six-Arms, fall into the Dark Mist Realm all those years ago?"
As its voice fell, the distant sky sank into brief silence.
A moment later, Lord Extreme Wind's voice came again, carrying less majesty and a trace more complexity. "What do you want?"
"I wish to leave the Extreme Wind Domain and seek my own path."
The Six-armed Nether Fiend Bull Viper spoke resolutely, without the slightest hesitation. "From this day onward, my Nether Fiend Bull Viper race will no longer be under the jurisdiction of the Extreme Wind Domain. I also hope that you will allow me to leave."
The moment those words were spoken, all the Emperor Realm evil creatures present revealed shocked expressions.
For Six-Arms to take the initiative to leave Lord Extreme Wind's jurisdiction was no different from cutting off its own path to survival.
Yet, to everyone's surprise,