He had originally hidden himself in the Chaos mainly to launch a sneak attack.
He had never expected a chance to scoop up the spoils instead.
Demon Emperor Daochen also witnessed this astonishing scene. His heart chilled, but at the same time, he felt incredibly fortunate.
Luckily, he had decisively thrown away that severed arm. Otherwise, a sneak attack from this sinister fellow really might have killed him.
The Soul-Severing Sword had already cost him half his life. He could not withstand another sneak attack like that.
Moreover, for some reason, he kept feeling a prickling sensation around him, as though something were following him. The feeling of being watched was like the points of needles, making him deeply uncomfortable.
The Demon Emperor's vigilance had reached its peak. Having seen that invisible fellow, he naturally feared there might be another one nearby.
Countless flames erupted from his body, furiously scorching everything around him.
Suddenly, he heard a faint sizzling sound-the sound of something being burned by the flames.
He was utterly horrified. Something really was following him, and it had been right beside him just now, perhaps even about to strike.
However, this fellow was timid. After being scorched, he vanished from the Demon Emperor's sight once again.
The Demon Emperor felt that the road into the Primordial World was unbearably long.
His nerves were stretched taut, afraid that the fellow would actually strike.
He even swung his remaining hand from time to time, repeatedly cleaving open the space around him.
Only then did that sensation of needles against his back slowly fade away.
It was only when the Demon Emperor stepped into the Primordial World that he truly felt safe.
He knew very well that the road back had been extremely dangerous. A single careless mistake would have cost