Dong Ting's fall dealt Thunder God Mountain a devastating blow.
Even though countless Zi Tinglan still bloomed across the eastern battle line, and Dong Ting's Purple Thunder Demon Peng underlings still fought in the skies, the decline was unavoidable.
Fortunately, the Fifth-rate Evil God, Zi Tinglan, which had been buried beneath the divine mountain, had returned to the battlefield. Fortunately, the Second-rate Evil God, Purple Thunder Demon Peng, was still bombarding everything wildly.
It would not be easy for Faceless Jade Sovereign to break through the defense line anytime soon.
Warrior Monk had not stayed behind to guard the Frontline.
At this moment, he was more than thirty kilometers south of the divine mountain, within a sea of mist.
He had the rich Holy Spirit Qi all to himself.
A few minutes ago, Purple Thunder Demon Peng had wanted a share of the pie, but Warrior Monk kicked it flying with one foot.
Throughout the battle just now, he had kept Douzhan Golden Monk mode activated, consuming an enormous amount of energy. This was precisely when he needed replenishment.
Such a reason made for an excellent fig leaf.
Setting aside the matter of consumption, gods who stood high above all others likely had no desire to share resources with anyone.
So what if Purple Thunder Demon Peng was a Second-rate Evil God?
It was nothing but a beast.
What was more, the Origin Qi scattered from Dong Ting's shattered corpse seemed to cover a vast range and possess an enormous volume, but after Warrior Monk absorbed it, the amount that could truly be made his own was not much at all.
For that very reason, Warrior Monk absorbed the energy with great care and caution.
What Warrior Monk did not know was that the human petty thugs he had just