Demon Emperor Daochen was slaughtering wildly with his Hand Axe.
This time, he moved extremely fast. His hand tightened around the handle as he swung with all his strength, each stroke carving a line of slashing force.
Corpses could dimly be seen strewn throughout Chaos.
At Demon Emperor Daochen's signal, the many experts of the Primordial World had already begun a frenzied slaughter.
To increase their killing efficiency, these fellows had even used all sorts of Enhancement Pills.
Pan King Zhou was utterly speechless. When he hurried over, he found that the Demon Emperor had already slain more than half the Black-Robed Puppets there.
It was an enormous number, enough to make his eyes burn with envy.
In truth, Black-Robed Puppets were everywhere. It was just that the Lord of Extreme Cold and the others had left in a hurry this time.
They had taken only some of the white-robed experts with them, leaving the rest to fend for themselves.
Not all those left behind were willing to wait for death. They began scattering in every direction, fleeing far and wide.
Why was Demon Emperor Daochen in such a hurry? Because these fellows were scattering too widely, and hunting them down later would surely be difficult.
If he did not indulge in a thorough slaughter now, who knew when he would get another chance at such benefits?
With a light wave from Pan King Zhou, the powers of lightning, hail, and flame rained down.
The sight left everyone dumbstruck.
Everyone cheered. "Mighty King Pan! Just what we'd expect of His Majesty King Pan!"
Unwilling to be outdone, they charged into the throng of Black-Robed Puppets and began slaughtering wildly.
Demon Emperor Daochen frowned slightly. He had to admit that this fellow wielded the power of laws with effortless ease.
Destroying