"I am the demon race's Liao Yun, also..."
Before long, nearly fifty worlds were illuminated.
Then, under the guidance of the prehistoric world, they fell near it.
In an instant, they also severed their ties with the myriad worlds.
Seeing this, the World Supreme of the Dao Realm let out a sigh of relief.
Fifty worlds, not many, and all are low-level worlds. The strongest among their lords is only at the level of an ordinary Saint Emperor.
To the myriad worlds, that's just a drizzle, bearable.
However, the World Supreme of the Dao Realm knew this was not the end, only the beginning.
Because he thought such a large-scale arrangement would not merely settle for fifty small worlds.
He was more anxious about which worlds would be drawn out next. If too important a world was drawn into the prehistoric realm, he would definitely take action.
On this point, the Dao Realm Supreme would not yield. After all, many of his plans were on those worlds!
