It overestimated the astral world and underestimated the insect race.
During this time, busy with war affairs, it didn't care to check the situation below the Multidimensional Plane, and after hearing the reports from its subordinates, its eyes widened and its face turned extremely ugly.
"The Dusk Palace Master reached level 10?"
"He even continuously defeated four Monarchs? Scared off the Lost Monarch? "
"What is this situation with the Six Hundred Thousand Miles Sword Qi River? The Art of War, I have comprehended it for ten thousand years and still haven't broken through level 10, how did he do it?"
"What has happened to this world?"
For a moment, the Amethyst Saint doubted life.
"My early allegiance was correct, otherwise the Dusk Palace Master might have come seeking me now, with the astral world's protection, he probably wouldn't dare cause trouble, right?"
The Dusk Palace Master has succeeded in his grand undertaking.
