These children of fate were all formidable, dealing with the baleful corpses as effortlessly as blowing away dust.
One chaos baleful corpse after another was slain, displaying none of the bearing a mighty being ought to possess.
At that moment, the Devil Ancestor possessed by Fate wore a smug expression.
He had expended only a tiny, tiny fraction of his power of fate.
Yet that was enough to render so many baleful corpses utterly useless.
As the chaos baleful corpses were cut down one by one,
the children of fate burst out laughing.
"I thought there would be some danger. It turns out they're nothing but undead."
"A little killing intent actually dares dream of interfering with the Demon Realm's establishment."
"With us here, you needn't worry, Devil Ancestor."
They had long known why they had come here.
Fate wanted them to stop these baleful corpses.
While everyone else felt utterly at ease,
the Nine-Headed Serpent, who had assumed the form of a member of the Devil Race, wore a grave expression.
He looked toward a Demon God nearby and saw killing intent surging over the body. It looked so lifelike, as though it might stand up at any moment.
Suddenly, he rubbed his eyes.
The headless corpse's finger seemed to have twitched just now.
That movement seemed to trigger a chain reaction.
One baleful corpse after another actually began to merge.
Everyone was stunned at the sight.
These baleful corpses could not be killed.
Whether they were Demon Saints
or children of fate,
all stared at the scene in shock.
Even the Devil Ancestor panicked. He remembered that although Daochen had dispersed that baleful corpse, its killing intent had remained, yet it had not re-formed afterward.
Why had the rules stopped working when it was his turn?
These baleful