On the Chaos Battlefield, the remains of the Demon Puppet army were dissolving in the last glimmers of starlight. The Ancestral Witch True Bodies, the five-race allied army, the Spirit Race army, the Earth Immortal Lineage, the Demon Race army, and the Star God Lineage—six forces like six mighty torrents—crushed the Demon Puppet army's final resistance from different directions. The entire battlefield was gradually settling from chaotic slaughter into silence, as though the outcome were already beyond doubt.
Luohu stood in the void, his gaze sweeping over the dissolving remains of the Demon Puppets without the slightest change in his expression. His Demon Puppet army had been annihilated, yet he remained calm. From the very beginning, he had known those Demon Puppets were merely pieces used to test his opponent. The destruction of the pieces had never meant the end of the game.
Within the Heavenly Dao Origin Space, the Heavenly Dao Will likewise withdrew its gaze from the destruction of the Demon Puppet army and turned it toward Luohu. It clearly realized that if the Primordial Wilderness's forces continued advancing with their current advantage, the joint scheme it and Luohu had laid would be completely dismantled before it could take shape. The force of the Tribulation's torrent alone was no longer enough to tear open the Primordial Wilderness's defenses under the combined protection of Sanqing, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the reincarnated Chaos Demon God powerhouses.
"Luohu, your Demon Puppet army has been annihilated." The Heavenly Dao Will's voice passed through the void and rang out in Luohu's consciousness. "But this Heavenly Dao knows you still have a trump card. Your Demon Puppet army was merely a probe. Your true strength should still lie somewhere deeper."
A trace of coldness surfaced at the corner of Luohu's mouth. "The Heavenly