"Dark Realm!"
The eyes of the Fierce Dragon God were as cold as ice, filled with murderous intent.
The supreme of the Dark Realm did not appear. Instead, they released such a puppet, announcing that the Human Emperor had already been defeated, and it was a brutal defeat. He had been refined into a puppet, treated as a slave by the Dark Realm's powerful beings.
At this moment, he sensed a gaze cast from an extremely distant place.
Without a doubt, it was a true supreme of the Dark Realm!
That gaze overlooked, seemingly carrying a hint of pity.
It seemed to be telling the Fierce Dragon God.
Even the Human Emperor of those years has fallen to such a state. What can you, a mere Supreme Peak, do?
That gaze coldly suppressed, as if watching a monkey resist, making a futile struggle.
Like a god high above, compassionately watching mortals, wanting to see how far this pitiful mortal can struggle.
"Whoosh!"
