Seeing that everyone's morale was high, Demon Emperor Daochen, never one to drag his feet, said, "Excellent. Since you all trust me so much, Nether Soil belongs to us now."
He made the declaration with imposing confidence, and his words drew another wave of cheers.
"Glory to the Demon Emperor! Long live the Demon Emperor! We are willing to follow you and conquer the world!"
"We will follow the Demon Emperor, wipe out those monsters in Chaos, and restore a clear sky and bright heavens to the Primordial World!"
"Charge out and slaughter them all! Let them learn the price of provoking the Primordial World!"
Only then did this thoroughly wicked-looking fellow realize that all his timidity, dithering, and cowardice had vanished.
They had swept away every one of his negative emotions.
Demon Emperor Daochen watched these scenes with satisfaction.
He was not particularly fond of lively gatherings.
But sometimes, joining in made him find them utterly addictive.
"Blood debts must be repaid in blood. Since these monsters treated us as prey, hunting us at will and even seeking to wipe us out..."
"Then it is only right that we strike back."
"Everyone, follow me into Chaos, and together we will avenge this hatred as deep as a sea of blood!"
Their hot blood was kindled once more. They cheered loudly, blood-red light flaring in their eyes. "Slay the demons! Avenge our blood debt!"
Soon, their vast, mighty procession headed beyond the Primordial World.
Their move was swift and sudden.
Even the Demon Emperor had made no advance plans for this operation.
He had not originally intended to seek revenge.
It was merely a spur-of-the-moment decision.
And precisely because it was such a decision, it would catch their enemies completely off guard.
If even he had not anticipated it, how