Cheng Yu had always known what sort the Demon Emperors were: turncoats of the Abyss who had no choice but to be loyal to the Abyssal Will from the bottom of their hearts.
He believed he had uncovered the Demon Emperors' intentions. Having the Abyssal Will looming over them already infuriated the seven emperors, and if the Abyss successfully conquered the Eternal True World this time, the Abyssal Will's power would surge even further. None of the seven emperors wanted to see that.
So the ones who most wanted the demons to fail were actually the seven Demon Emperors. As Holy Spirits, they no longer needed subordinates or territory. The myriad heavens of the Chaos Sea were vast enough to hold everything mortals could possibly imagine, and if they truly wanted any of it, it was theirs for the taking.
As True Holy Spirits, what happened to the Abyss had nothing to do with them. All they stood to lose were their positions as the Abyss's Holy Spirits, but as True Holy Spirits, they no longer cared about those false Holy Spirit positions anyway.
Watching the three Demon Emperors put so little effort into the fight, Cheng Yu felt helpless too. Even if they were holding back, that was all they could do. If things continued like this, the Eternal True World would simply be worn down at the Seventh Great Wall.
So Cheng Yu had plans of his own, and to carry them out, the Seventh Great Wall had to fall.
Mammon idly waved the scepter in his hand once more, and a series of deep blue spell orbs blocked the opposing white beams again. After the initial probing exchanges, the other side seemed to have tacitly accepted the current situation. It differed from what they had first expected,