With the deaths of the two Demon Lords, the war was over. Some surviving demons fled, but many more chose to serve new masters and bowed before the Three Heavenly Kings.
Bai Xiaowen had kept his eye on the green eyeball in the sky—the eye watching the war.
Once the fighting ended, the emerald eye suddenly flared, then rapidly shrank and vanished.
Loud laughter rang out from the sky. "Interesting! What an unexpected war. This should please the great Silver King! You have done well, Undead. My name is Calamity. Every evil force in this land serves me, and that includes you. Remember it. I look forward to seeing what you do next."
The laughter and words carried an invisible pressure. Some weaker demons even dropped to the ground of their own accord and lay motionless, submitting to the powerful speaker.
The Three Heavenly Kings then began converting the heaps of demon corpses into Stitched Monsters and Bonefolk soldiers. Sigrdrifa used the dark energy and Grievance Power she had accumulated to create a group of ghosts.
All of that took another day.
That night, Sigrdrifa quietly sought out Bai Xiaowen.
"Master, as you instructed, we have expanded the undead army. We now have more than a thousand troops, including nearly a hundred Elite Tier individuals."
Sigrdrifa delivered her report respectfully.
Bai Xiaowen nodded in approval. "I've seen how hard you've all worked. Well done."
"Master, these are the Chaos Cores taken from Demon Lords Feishan and Kiefer," Sigrdrifa said.
A Chaos Core was a demon's energy core.
Every demon had one. But when a weaker demon died, its Chaos Core might shatter and dissipate, leaving nothing behind. Only powerful Lord Tier demons like Feishan and Kiefer were guaranteed to leave theirs intact.
Of course, Lesser Chaos Cores from weak demons—and