Upon hearing Han Xing's command, the demigod-level Omaya seemed a bit hesitant.
However, under the influence of the Lord Contract, it still nodded respectfully.
A ripple of divine power swept through.
"Yes, master."
Han Xing nodded with satisfaction, finding it convenient to sign contracts.
No matter how unruly these creatures are, once the contract is signed, they become fully compliant.
His plan was to use the Divine Demon Battleship to take a batch of these Omaya to the Elf Race first.
After all, the Monsoon Islands are too far from the Elf Realm.
With the traveling speed of this group of Omaya, it would take them at least several months to get there.
By that time, the war in the Abyss Realm might have been over.
After finishing these tasks.
Han Xing continued to maneuver the Divine Demon Battleship, charging toward the terrifying hurricane storm ahead.
A few minutes later,
everyone found themselves completely engulfed within the storm.
