The Abyssal Master suddenly opened the grand hall's doors, his body shrouded in a white mist that shot out in strands like threads.
He was issuing a summoning.
Soundlessly, it spread out.
In but a moment, from all directions, dozens of white lights flew in and prostrated themselves at his feet.
Those who came were the thirty-six Evil Spirits.
The Purple Emperor looked far and wide to see that these thirty-six Evil Spirits, each approximately the size of an ordinary small dog, weighed at most around seven to eight pounds.
But compared to the average Evil Spirit resembling the size of bacteria, this was already gigantic.
And this size and strength represented the upper limit of what the Abyssal Master could currently control.
He sent these Evil Spirits out to devour, and they could only devour up to this extent before they had to stop following the control commands.
For if they continued to devour and grow, his absolute control over them would become unstable.