"What use is there in being grand and numerous if it's all for show and no actual use?"
The interest in the eyes of the Lord of Pride quickly dissipated.
The chain of rules that burst forth from the Domain-Commanding Great Wall seemed vast and mighty, but in reality, they were fragile and could scarcely threaten any Positional True Gods.
If it had been before the absorption of a portion of that existent's power, the Lord of Pride might have had to act to shatter the strike to avoid a trivial exterior wound.
But now, even if the Creation Dragon God descended, He would have the confidence to suppress them with a flip of His palm, let alone the assaults unleashed by these ants before Him.
Therefore, the Lord of Pride didn't even bother to personally deal with these ants. With just a thought, the Evil Desire Demon Dragon beneath His feet took the initiative to strike.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
