Currently, the five Dark Tribe Ancient Kings are suppressed by five innate treasures, with chains of the Five Elements appearing all over their bodies, sealing all their power, rendering them completely immobile.
Yet even so, they haven't given up hope of survival, continuously urging the vast dark energy within them, trying to corrode these chains of the Five Elements seal.
However, at their rate of erosion, it would be impossible to succeed even if it took a trillion years.
"Damn Human Race Immortal King, what exactly are you here for?"
"You'd better release us, or when the Dark Clan's Great Army arrives, you'll find yourself in a situation where neither life nor death is possible."
"Sooner or later, this universe will belong to our Dark Clan. Stop your futile resistance, you have no chance of victory, understand?"
"If you're brave, release us and fight three hundred rounds."
