Before long, news arrived from Northern Desolate Hill.
The Evil God had fallen. The three powerful figures had successfully destroyed the Heavenly Evil God, who had broken free of his seal. Thus, the great chaos caused by the Evil Race, which had lasted tens of thousands of years, finally came to an end.
The vast majority of the Evil Race's Demon Emperors had perished beneath the Tribulation Fire. Countless lands originally occupied by the Evil Race were reclaimed, and through the Heaven and Earth Power wielded by the three, the lingering demonic aura on those lands was cleansed away.
With the fall of the Evil Race's strongest existence, the balance that had long hung between the two races had naturally finally tipped.
Many members of the Evil Race were terrified, even seeking ways to flee the Great Thousand World.
Yet some among the Evil Race were unwilling to accept such defeat. Relying on their remote locations and foundations built over tens of thousands of years, they stubbornly resisted. Even when the Great Thousand World's many powerful figures came knocking, they temporarily withstood the immense pressure and forcibly turned what should have been a crushing advance into a deadlock.
But to the Great Thousand World as it now stood, the gains and losses of these local battles no longer mattered.
As vast stretches of Demon Domain lands, polluted by demonic aura for tens of thousands of years, were purified one after another, the Evil Race's living space was steadily compressed. What came next no longer required them to personally act.
And as the Great Thousand World's territory expanded once more, the many factions within it, which had been forced by pressure to unite, began openly and covertly contending against one another again as they pursued their own development.
Still, as people