When they saw the Evil God finally break through the Demon Transformation Array, when they realized that their backbone had finally returned, what happened to those countless ants of the Great Thousand World no longer mattered to them at all.
After all, since their god had already returned, the countless ants of the Great Thousand World would no longer have the power to resist.
Yet just as the Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor was about to lead the demons forward to kneel before the Evil God, a strange thought flashed through his mind unbidden.
With the inner demon's eerie cunning, how could he have been so easily manipulated by the Mystic Empress as a pawn?
If it was not just that, then aside from the Flame Emperor and the Martial Ancestor before him, could the other person in the Great Thousand World who most needed wary handling truly have been stopped by his arrangements?
The more the Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor thought in that direction, the heavier the ominous premonition in his heart became. Yet before he could comfort himself with the thought that, since their god had returned, this Great Thousand World would inevitably be crushed beneath the Evil God's might, that bone-piercing burning sensation followed close behind, stabbing at his mind.
The Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor subconsciously looked back, only to see the dark Demon Domain burning violently like fire, filling his entire field of vision.
Pure black and red intertwined, looking especially like the afterglow reflected when the blood sun sank over the Demon Domain.
Yet now, this flame of the setting sun was, in turn, eroding the endless demonic tide itself.
At first, there was only a scorching wind. Those Evil Clans whose cultivation was below Demon Emperor did not even have time to let out a