Looted Clean, a Rarity in This World (Kneeling Plea for Monthly Passes)

This palace was far larger than it appeared, and with no clear markings for the Treasure Vault, he could not find his bearings for a moment.

"How did I forget about him?" Song Changsheng suddenly remembered that Ye Minghong's divine soul and True Spirit were still attached to his inner core. Was this not the perfect time to put him to use?

With a sweep of his sleeve, he took out the Hundred Fiends Qiongqi Cauldron. A pale-golden inner core the size of a fist floated at its center, tightly bound by dozens of illusory Law Chains.

After severing several of the Law Chains, the inner core immediately began struggling violently.

But Ye Minghong had never been Song Changsheng's match to begin with. Now that he had lost his prized Demon King True Form, how could he possibly get what he wanted?

Ye Minghong's illusory face appeared above the inner core. He roared savagely, "When the ancestor returns, he will surely leave you without a burial ground!"

"Whether I die or not is a matter for later. But you are about to die." Song Changsheng spoke coldly, pressing his hand directly over it and casting the Soul Searching Technique.

"What are you trying to do... Aaah..."

Ye Minghong's face twisted as he let out a piercing, agonized shriek.

A vast tide of information poured into Song Changsheng's mind. He swiftly filtered out the unimportant parts. Just as he had guessed, Ye Minghong had indeed only broken through to the Fourth Tier in recent years.

However, he too had migrated here all the way from the clan territory at the border between the South Sea and East Sea. What surprised Song Changsheng was that the main reason for their flight had not been defeat in internal strife, but catastrophic losses suffered