Demon Emperor Daochen raced toward the Eastern Sea, unable to wait a moment longer.
Although this crisis had mainly arisen from the mistakes of the Lord of Fate and the others,
he understood one thing even more clearly: since he had given his word back then, he had to honor it.
Heaven and earth remembered everything they did, engraving it into the memory of the Primordial World.
If he failed to keep his promise and even caused turmoil in the Primordial World,
he would have to shoulder part of the karma as well. He had no desire to burden himself with such tremendous karma for no reason beyond a single promise.
Fortunately, it was only the Eastern Sea. Clearing it out should not be difficult.
The main thing was that this fellow could not be allowed to create too much more karma.
Otherwise, even he would be unable to make amends.
This really was a calamity that had fallen on him out of nowhere.
That fellow Fate really was unreliable.
He had actually managed to do something this outrageous.
Moreover, despite his immense strength, the fact that he had not yet undergone transformation left him willing but unable to handle unexpected crises.
"Daochen, wait for me. Let me lend a hand too."
This fellow was the chief culprit.
He was also the one most eager to act. After all, his share of the blame was greater.
Daochen laughed. "Then hurry up. Don't hold things up."
They moved swiftly and arrived before long.
When they reached the Eastern Sea, they saw rivers of blood flowing through it.
Countless Sea-Dwelling Races had been drawn here.
Their eyes were bloodshot, and resentment had already clouded their minds. Clearly, they could no longer control themselves.
Among them were even powerful races such as the