Looking at Ox-Head Caesar's smug expression, the Demon Emperor suddenly felt that this fellow actually had a rather straightforward personality.
Meanwhile, among the Ghoul Clan, Ghost Grandson frowned deeply as he watched the images transmitted by some lower-rank ghouls.
Under normal circumstances, higher-rank ghouls could invade the vision of lower-rank ghouls to observe the situation outside.
But for higher-rank ghouls, using this method felt rather beneath them.
In their eyes, this trash a rank below them did not deserve to communicate with them.
After all, lower-rank ghouls essentially had no intelligence to speak of.
Originally, Ghost Grandson had paid no attention to that nine-headed Hellhound either. But when the fellow passed by him, he actually caught a trace of an alien race's scent on him.
And it was so familiar.
At first, he thought it was residue left over from a past battle.
But the more he thought about it afterward, the more something felt wrong. That nine-headed Hellhound clearly carried the fresh aura of an alien race.
Considering that the fellow was a Hellhound, he had reason to suspect that he had acknowledged a master.
Thinking back to the way that fellow had died, did something not seem a little off upon closer reflection?
So he sent a large number of ghouls into the Primordial World's territory.
And as these ghouls ventured ever deeper.
He discovered something that shocked him: that nine-headed Hellhound really was working for an alien race.
It had to be understood that, in the Abyss Empire, most nine-headed Hellhounds served only the Abyss Empire and the Light God Clan.
And the Light God Clan was the Abyss Empire's largest weapons supplier.
This was the first time he had ever seen a nine-headed Hellhound working for another alien race.
That alone was enough for him to