"Not yet. The Ancient Demon Clan is entangled with me. If any of you are free, feel free to come and assist."
A low, sonorous voice rang out—it was naturally the voice of the Dragon Ancestor.
The voice came from that Ancestor Dragon's shadow, coiling in the void, its light flickering uncertainly, with golden scales flashing occasionally over its body.
"Is the Dao Origin also held up?"
Seeing no one respond, the Chaos Immortal Emperor asked.
After a while, a pitch-black sword shadow spoke: "Yes."
Extremely brief, emotionless, and giving away nothing of the situation.
"Chaos, the embers of my Eastern Domain are with you, take care of them for me. I owe you a debt this time."
The Dragon Ancestor, seeing no one come to help, did not press the matter, as they had discussed before. The fall of the Eastern Domain was also a result of their deliberation. The Emperors willing to go have gone, and the rest are plotting other matters.
