As the Demon King spoke, the entire palace started shaking. A dark mist rose from the ground, covering those demon corpses. Their dried-up bodies rapidly filled out and those originally lifeless forms suddenly crawled up from the floor. However, their eyes were completely black with not the slightest hint of light.
As those demons dragged themselves off the ground and stood upright, the demon vines inserted in their mouths also came loose. They surged toward the entrance of the palace.
"These demons are not dead?" Linghe stared in shock at the resurrected demons.
Liu Huo shook his head.
"They are already dead. The Demon King is using his power to transform them into his puppets."
"This is the Demon King whose powers are nearly depleted?" Ji Fengyan's smile faltered as she eyed the growing horde of demons.
Liu Huo nodded.
