'Moronic creatures from the highest order!' The Overlord thought mockingly.
In its eyes the human cultivators were all the same. The instant its body fell and the spiritual energy residing in it came flooding out, the humans flocked to it like moths, greedily absorbing as much as they could in order to advance their realm.
The very idea to aid the soldiers that were still battling against the remaining aliens didn't even enter their minds.
Such chances were so rare that they were willing to sacrifice their troops for it.
'Insects.' The Overlord sneered. 'Cultivate all you want. In the end nothing will change. You will all perish.'
A single glimpse had been enough for the alien to learn the ins and outs of these Lords. Where they thrived, where they struggled. In addition to their state of mind, beliefs, and achievements.
It had read them like an open book. Nothing had escaped its gaze, and now, with such information in hand, it would be a breeze to exterminate them.
