On a desolate planet, the Long River Saint strolled forward.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the distance, "The Devil Race has indeed set up something on the Origin Star, but it's just some Transcendent Third Tier, not even members of their own kind..."
With just one glance, he knew the level of importance the Devil Race placed on it.
"Also, for the Great Sovereign, it's not about not conquering but about depositing the world in the hands of the natives."
No matter how much the natives improved during this time or how many resources they consumed, it didn't matter to the Devil Race.
As long as they free their hands, it's the end.
"But our Reincarnation Hall can seize the Origin Star before the Devil Race is ready..."
An advanced world, impossible to hold.
Even the Monroe King wouldn't want to face the Devil Race head-on, but as long as they rob all resources and steal the World Origin before the Devil Race reacts, it's enough.
