The slackening of a single chain instantly triggered a chain reaction. At that moment, the Demon Emperor exerted his strength, and chain after chain began to break.
Soon, he crushed the chains one after another.
He coldly regarded the burly man before him, a chain-wielding Black-Robed Man of formidable strength. Of all the Black-Robed Men wielding black chains, he was the only one whose chain remained intact.
It was not that the Demon Emperor did not want to break it, but that the fellow before him looked incredibly familiar.
He had the face of Devil Ancestor Luo Hou.
Could there really be such a coincidence in this world? How could this fellow appear here? He had always thought Luo Hou was already dead.
Most importantly, his eyes were lifeless, his gaze vacant, as though he were a puppet.
Such a situation was truly rare.
But recalling Devil Ancestor Luo Hou's cunning, the Demon Emperor knew this crafty hare kept three burrows. Who knew how many spare bodies he had?
Yet no matter how many spare bodies he possessed, if he really was being controlled, none of that would matter.
Just as Demon Emperor Daochen was wrestling with whether to make a move,
he suddenly saw a glimmer flash through Devil Ancestor Luo Hou's eyes.
It was the light of intelligence.
Had he encountered this fellow under ordinary circumstances, the Demon Emperor would have decisively killed him long ago.
But this was an army of Black-Robed Men, which gave the Devil Ancestor a certain value.
Perhaps he could learn the origins of these Black-Robed Men from him.
With a sweep of his hand, Demon Emperor Daochen tore away the chains on Luo Hou's body.
Then he knocked him unconscious and tossed him into his mental space.
Anyone else might have died