Heavenly Fire Emerges

Yuan Ming thought as much. Black light flickered in his palm, and several tiny black hands emerged, merging into Wind Falcon's demonic soul to probe its memories.

At that moment, Wind Falcon's demonic soul suddenly trembled, then exploded with a bang, turning into a scattered mass of soul power.

Wind Falcon's Three Souls and Seven Spirits had completely collapsed, and its memories dispersed with them, no longer available to be read.

"Someone placed a restriction on it..." Yuan Ming raised a brow slightly.

At that same moment, above a dense forest thousands of miles away, Wu Yu held a shattered black token in his hand, his expression neither sorrowful nor joyful.

"Wind Falcon was one of the Peng Clan's new generation of prodigies. Now that it has died just like that, I fear they will cause trouble." Xuan Ye stood beside him and spoke with some concern.

"It matters not. The five great royal clans have grown increasingly arrogant in recent years, refusing to submit to control. Wind Falcon's death will serve nicely to knock some sense into them." Wu Yu casually tossed away the shattered token.

Xuan Ye said no more.

Yuan Ming soon emerged from Asura Palace, with Thunder Rain and Nan Shangfeng appearing alongside him.

"Let's go," he instructed, idly playing with a gleaming silver storage bracelet in his hand. It belonged to Wind Falcon.

A sixth-level great demon possessed an incomparably rich fortune. Setting aside its heavenly materials and earthly treasures, its spirit stones alone numbered more than twenty or thirty million. Yuan Ming's shriveled purse had suddenly filled out.

Thunder Rain let out an excited shriek, spread its wings, and continued toward Black Tiger City.

Nan Shangfeng sat silently on Thunder Rain's back. From time to time, he glanced at Yuan Ming's figure ahead, a