Under the Demon Emperor's urging, the Primordial World threw everything into its response. Though they saw many former friends and relatives, they showed these people no mercy.
They knew these people were no longer truly their loved ones.
They were merely specters revived by that divine light.
Their willingness to strike their own people without mercy had long since revealed what they were.
Faced with this situation, the Demon Emperor was at a loss for words.
He had even looked to see whether Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Dijun were among them.
After all, ever since those two had left, there had been no further news of them.
If they had truly died in the Primordial World, they should have appeared this time.
He had been doing his best to inquire about them all along.
Yet he had received no useful news.
They were in the Lower Realm, after all, but the Demon Emperor also understood that many things could not be forced.
The Demon Emperor checked carefully and felt fortunate that neither of them was there.
That meant he did not have to worry too much.
Then the Demon Emperor began summoning the Mechanical Army. To speed up the cleanup, he sent out every puppet he had.
These were all Primordial God puppets he had accumulated, and their combat strength was exceptionally formidable.
Just then, he suddenly discovered that chaos had broken out again in the world within his body.
The dead spirits that had already been cleared away had actually revived again. They reassembled themselves and once more began wreaking havoc in his internal world.
The Demon Emperor's head throbbed. From the beginning, he had felt that things would not be so simple.
For one thing, those dead spirits were not particularly strong to begin with. If they truly