In the image manifested by the ancient bronze mirror, once the smoke and dust cleared, Su Hao stood with his hair disheveled, his left arm severed at the shoulder. Blood streamed from the wound, staining over half his robes red. He looked utterly wretched.
Everyone watching the ancient mirror, Chi Chen included, revealed mocking smiles.
"Thousand Corpse Demon ranks two hundred and thirtieth among the Three Hundred Great Demons.
"I heard that Thousand Corpse Demon's cultivation method is unusual, making it exceptionally difficult to kill. Even though it self-destructed, it may not truly be dead. It might even revive in the Devil Realm.
"Yet its self-destruction alone forced Su Hao into such a state.
"If a truly highly ranked great demon came, Su Hao would absolutely be unable to handle it."
A trace of hatred showed in Li Baosheng's eyes.
The others echoed his words.
Yet some raised objections. The defensive line had holes, allowing the Devil Race to slip into the Three Thousand Lower Realms time and again. This might have already drawn the Heavenly Court's attention, and could damage the Darkwater Heavenly Army's reputation.
"The pressing matter is to find a way to make Su Hao hand over the Primordial Spirits of Kuang Yue, Fu Anzai, and Canglang, our three comrades."
Duan Rong had a closer relationship with the three.
"That's right. Ten Su Haos, a hundred Su Haos, would not be worth as much as the lives of those three."
The generals all turned their eyes toward the seat of honor.
Divine General Chi Chen slowly nodded, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest and producing dull thudding sounds. "Of course, their Primordial Spirits are unharmed. Su Hao isn't a fool; he knows where the line is and wouldn't dare kill them. Otherwise, the Darkwater Heavenly Army would