Chapter 1666: Mysterious Forces
The Void Demon, lacking eyes, nose, and ears, transformed into a colossal body a million feet tall, standing angrily in the starry sky, its full mouth of fangs resembling the sharpest weapon of the Primordial, exuding an intimidating cold gleam.
Its body had not a single strand of hair, like a scorched demon, roaring continuously toward the endless battlefield ahead, venting its innate fury.
Zhenghua Evil Buddha stood atop the Void Demon, with twenty-four wooden coffins floating behind him, arranged like a fan, awe-inspiring.
"This is the real order, the order of slaughter!"
Zhenghua Evil Buddha spread his arms, murmuring with fascination.
Behind him, demonic energy swirled, forming a massive face—the very likeness of Emperor Zhoumo.
"Zhenghua, is the fallen really worthy of our trust?"
Emperor Zhoumo spoke, not particularly interested in the war. In his view, if nothing unexpected occurred, the Primordial Devil Cult was bound to be eradicated; naturally, he was indifferent to a predetermined outcome.
Zhenghua Evil Buddha maintained his blissful expression, smiling, "Does it matter? We each seek what we need!"
"The fallen pursue a new order, what about you?"
Emperor Zhoumo asked, ever since Zhenghua Evil Buddha resurrected him, he couldn’t understand Zhenghua Evil Buddha.