They had grown used to being undisciplined—how could they endure the constraints of military law?
Relying on their considerable cultivation, they had never taken rules and regulations seriously.
They even muttered in private, "With what little ability we have, if we occasionally break a minor rule, would the two Demon Emperors really turn hostile?"
At most, they would be like those old, established Great Powers of the Demon Race in the past—turning a blind eye.
This sort of "custom" had long become an unspoken rule everyone tacitly accepted.
So the moment the orders came down, they continued to do as they pleased, treating military law like waste paper. They even mocked those Demon Kings who followed the rules as idiots.
Yet before three days had passed, every last one of them was personally suppressed by the two Demon Emperors and utterly erased before the entire army, leaving not the slightest trace behind—killing the chicken to scare the monkeys, terrifying the whole assembly!
From then on, no one dared use their own head to test how far the rules could be bent.
As for wanting to leave Blazing Sun Island?
Only someone tired of living would entertain such a thought.
Everyone understood: once one joined a faction, unless that faction was uprooted and shattered into pieces, leaving on one's own was blatant desertion.
The organization would hunt them to the bitter end, and no other faction would ever take in someone who had betrayed their word.
The present-day Blazing Sun Island, under the leadership of Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, was in the full flush of its rise.
It was not merely a force of consequence in Northern Kuru Continent—
Its connections and influence had quietly spread through the other three continents and even across the entire Primordial World.
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