As the Lord's words fell, the shadows were all taken aback, though each focused on different aspects.

The Great Demon clicked his tongue in amazement, "Impressive! Impressive! To think he's the same type as us, one who is eternally validated. I don't regret losing my Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

The Ghost King looked regretful, "So he's a transmigrator. That means we can't go back to before he was born to eliminate him."

The Queen Mother stared at the Lord in shock, "Even the strongest among us isn't his match?"