The last batch of the survivors looked at the Divine Emperor of Death with their hearts at their throats, wondering if he would let them go.
As supreme geniuses who had the aspirations to grow, enact justice, and eventually help the human race fend off the other galaxies and other races, the calamitous incarnation, the Divine Emperor of Death, would've also been one of their targets, but it was confusing for them to see him command them to kill the villainous supreme geniuses.
What was his intention?
They couldn't tell. The evil rumors about him couldn't let them see through him.
Davis looked at the survivors with a cold outlook.
In front of him, the number of tables had increased. On top of the tables, there were the heads of over twenty-two supreme geniuses whose prowess was over nine or even ten levels higher.
Right now, he was thinking about how this was unprecedented.
