Fine golden rain drifted down, and the black miasma on the ground slowly receded.
At this moment, countless Demonic Beasts roared and panicked. Undead that rarely appeared during the day were madly pouring out from underground. They did their utmost to spew black smoke—the dense negative energy was as vital to them as blood and life itself.
Though the negative energy-polluted Demonic Beasts and undead were dim-witted, they still possessed the instinct to sense danger. That instinct told them that an enormous crisis stood before them.
At this moment, they could spare no thought for anything else. They could only fight this crisis with all their might.
But it was useless.
Satan had prepared for this moment for decades. Over those decades, the Northwest Republic's patrols had either destroyed or driven away every truly powerful Demonic Beast in Ash Forest, dealing with them all. As for the powerful undead, Tuya'an, the legendary mage who specialized in necromancy, had captured every last one of them. They were now all imprisoned in cages beneath Pit Tree Town.
Without those pillars holding things up, the weak Demonic Beasts and undead alone had no way to stop the purification array from descending.
As the curtain of light fell, the plants and Demonic Beasts high above were the first to come into contact with it.
The black plants swayed without wind amid the golden radiance, while the Demonic Beasts trembled uncontrollably beneath it.
Strangely, neither the plants that had been polluted and changed color nor the Magic Beasts mutated by negative energy died. On the contrary, they soon endured the purification and began to undergo marvelous changes.
The plants' leaves gradually turned green, and the Demonic Beasts no longer gave off the aura of negative energy. Withered bark became thick and solid again, while dry