"Akmonde, it's my turn now, your subordinate army can't hold on any longer. Going into the Abyss in this state will only result in certain death!" A tremendous fleet broke through space, forming an orderly barrier, blocking the path of the Savage Lord to the Abyss.
"They were born to fight, and they will die for it. It is the destiny they inevitably face."
"But if you continue to fight, your subordinate army will be wiped out, and your followers are hard to cultivate. Without the assistance of an army, you won't be able to enter the Void for quite some time."
"If they're exhausted, then they're exhausted. At most, I'll go into a sleeping state, sleep for thousands of years, and wait for the seeds I've left behind to reproduce and strengthen."
"Is it necessary?" The Mechanism Emperor Osiris, who blocked the path of the Savage Lord, shook his head and sighed, "There is absolutely no need for that."
"He's my grandson." The Savage Lord said, his eyes resolute.
