Louis couldn't tell how many days and nights he had battled in the dream world?
In the dream world, there is no night, it's always daytime.
Endless demons and the Curse Binding Legion fought as one, and Louis never ceased the onslaught of the Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Pill in his hand.
But the number of demons was far more than just a few.
In all directions, they grew back like weeds, cut one batch and another would sprout.
Perhaps because that Demigod Lord was slain by him with almost no resistance, the Abyss side stopped sending Demigods his way.
At most, some Demigod Lords would attack from a distance.
Getting close? That was impossible.
Especially when Louis found that after infusing Magic Power into the Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Pill, it could activate the pile of strengthening effects of the original Hero's Sword to their maximum, they even less dared to approach.
The evil-slaying Hero's Sword rendered the demons' defenses laughable to a large extent.
Even more so when it was imbued with nuclear blast technique.
The critical strike with every blow was no joke.
Gradually, he seemed to understand why the Emperor couldn't stand up.
The actual rulers of the Star Continent were obviously those Demigod beings that were almost a different species from normal races.
In Louis' previous understanding, the Emperor was among the best of them.
He even suspected that Old Deng, who supposedly devoured most of the Dark Goddess's legacy, might be the most powerful historical figure of the Star Continent, an unparalleled force.
The whole world was shackling him, forcing him to battle in the Demigod Realm.
But that was merely to fight against the races on the Star Continent.
When it came to direct competition with other worlds, even the Emperor would understand the difference between the martial world and the battlefield.
Those demons driven here from the Abyss Gu Breeding Ground, although still as vulnerable as clay chickens and pottery dogs under the Emperor's hand, ultimately let him experience the slow, exhausting feeling of "a blade will become dull, a person will wear out" cutting flesh with a dull knife.
Just like now, the continuous battle gradually blurred Louis' perception of time.
Even if they were ordinary demons, killing a thousand of them would bore you, and killing ten thousand would make you gradually numb.
Even if a production line factory reduces its work intensity and maximizes safety training, the mental toll on people is still greater than physical harm.
The mental numbness from infinitely repetitive work would make you gradually lose your perception of "change" and foster a strong aversion to life.
Then, days would truly have no hope.
Luckily, the Emperor suddenly spoke: "Stop killing them, these locusts are endless."
Louis halted his actions, looked at the Snake Demon whose head he had chopped off while holding its horns, and shook his head saying:
"Do you just fight these mad dogs day after day?"
Too many, it was really too many.
Even though he wasn't seeing the space channel guarding battle for the first time, he was still astonished at the battle of the Gate of the Abyss.
This was no longer about simple victory or defeat.
The biggest Gate of the Abyss on the Star Continent was like a two-way open gateway, in theory, both sides could send their forces through it, but realistically the weaker side would be sucked into the quagmire of logistics.
Fortunately, it was a historical powerhouse sitting here, otherwise, this gate would have been breached long ago.
Because from the outset, this battle was asymmetric.
In terms of high-level combat power, the four gods of the Abyss working together could, even with diminished strength from dimensional reduction, still potentially restrain the Emperor.
But the gap in mid-to-lower-level combat power was not just a small difference.
A very real problem, Ense was ultimately just a country and could not represent the world itself.
And Louis and his companions faced the majority of Abyssal Evil Gods, Abyssal Lords, and a sea of demons driven by the will of the abyss.
It really was "demons could not be killed to extinction".
Louis seriously doubted that with his fight alongside the Curse Binding Legion till now, the demons he had killed were far fewer than those naturally birthed by the abyss in these days.
They were not even at the same level of quantity.
These demons would even fight on the backlines against races from other worlds, absorbing power from other races to grow.
The grown demons would quickly be sent into new battlefields to repeat the cycle until crushing their opponents completely.
"How long have I been fighting, Your Majesty?" Louis looked up to the sky.
A voice came from the sky: "Seven days."
Has it been a week already?
Louis smacked his lips, unsure of what to say.
"You grow faster than I imagined." The Emperor's voice carried a hint of relief, "Thanks to you, I can finally take a little rest."
Louis nodded and said: "It's okay, next time when I get stronger, you can rest even easier."
The Emperor's light laughter continued: "Then you'd better hurry, I've not much time left."
"Alright."
"How is the awakening of the power of the great sins?"
"I've absorbed quite a bit, but maybe because I'm still fighting, the awakening of the great sins will have to be slightly delayed."
"It's okay, no rush, this place lacks everything except demons."
In the sky, Diana, riding a broomstick, quietly watched below, saying: "Is it alright to let him quickly absorb the source of the great sins this way?"
"No problem, he's still far from the level where he needs to worry about being backfired by the great sins."
"That's strange, in his current state, logically he shouldn't be able to bear so much of the great sins."
The Emperor chuckled and said: "Normally, of course not, but with someone to share the burden, it's a different story."
"Someone to share the burden?"
"Do you know why even the strongest among the seven great sins could only absorb 4?"
