After all, without Three-Eyed Devil's divine soul, a devil could not possibly appear out of thin air.
The Holy Court had likely studied the other half of the divine soul and thus formed a new idea.
To recreate a puppet Devil King.
The Holy Court's ambitions were vast. Xu Zimo looked toward the underground.
Beneath this laboratory lay a dim passageway.
Xu Zimo entered the passage directly.
The instant he stepped inside, demonic energy, nearly dense to the extreme, surged wildly.
The demonic energy had almost solidified, flooding the entire passage.
If an ordinary person entered this place, they would likely die in an instant.
Yet Xu Zimo, on the contrary, rather enjoyed the demonic energy.
What made Xu Zimo frown slightly, however, was that this demonic energy was impure.
It had not arisen naturally.
So-called demonic energy was an innate power, something that could not be cultivated after birth.
Even if one practiced demonic arts, if one was not of the Devil Race, their constitution would differ, and the demonic power they cultivated would not be pure.
Perhaps it could fool ordinary people and muddle through.
But a true Devil Race expert could distinguish it in an instant.
The moment Xu Zimo sensed this demonic energy, he understood many things.
The Holy Court had used the other half of Three-Eyed Devil's divine soul as research material, intending to create a new Devil King.
But though the Devil King had indeed appeared, its demonic energy was impure. Naturally, its combat strength was greatly diminished.
Because what true members of the Devil Race competed in was the density and scale of their demonic energy.
Later, the Holy Court conducted countless experiments and began refining the demonic energy.
They wanted to reach a state of purity.
In truth, the most important thing