"No need, no need, the Undead Ruler is already at the level of a Primordial God. This tide might just be triggered by some Origin, and it's already good enough that they don't come out hunting other Ancient Gods—do you really need us to save them?" the Little Devil King said.
"So why is Dimali crying out for help?" Negris turned to Ange.
Ange transmitted the question.
The voice of Dimali rang out, "I have a large number of vassal creatures; they are my closest family members. If I run away, they will all die, I cannot abandon them. Please Lord, save them."
"Vassal creatures? What kind of vassal creatures? How many? How can we save you?" Negris asked.
"They are all Elves, over six hundred thousand. I've settled them inside a Shattered Plane. I can't move the plane by myself and I don't know if you could invite two Ancient Gods to help me transfer this plane," Dimali said urgently.