Since the prey had successfully entered the trap, it was naturally time to reel in the net. He couldn't delay for too long.
Otherwise, as long as there was enough time, the prey would also escape the net and even bite the Hunter.
At this moment, in the sea of fire, roars were endless, and it was definitely a form of demons dancing wildly.
The monsters that had taken form kept appearing, and the number of primitive gods increased as well. In the blink of an eye, there were already more than ten of them.
The difference in strength between the two sides had now reached more than three times, and it could continue to widen at any time.
There were only so many enemies on the surface, and the number of primitive gods spying on them in the dark was likely to be even more.
This was the enemy's base, so it was not impossible to gather more primitive gods.
It was obvious that the primordial spirit was determined to kill the cultivators of the divine court.