Indeed, it was as expected...
The Emperor looked at the motionless King of Qin and took a step towards him with a smile.
A glint of cold light flashed in the King of Qin's eyes as he too stood up. Although their auras hadn't erupted yet, the situation was on a knife-edge, poised to explode in an instant.
"Can I interpret it to mean that once that creature activates the ability to restore its strength, it can no longer use its previous abilities?"
"Are you sure?" the King of Qin asked with a smile.
"Positive..." the Emperor nodded seriously, "Because if it retained that bizarre power, why wouldn't it also bring the priests of the Ancient Demon Clan in here?"
"Perhaps this place is already full?" the King of Qin responded indifferently, "Or maybe certain conditions must be met to bring someone in?"
"That's indeed a possibility..." The Emperor spoke while turning to head straight toward the collapsing mountains and rivers in the distance.
