The Spirit Devouring Saint King slowly raised his dark purple eyes. An icy, sinister light fell on Xiao Yan and Yao Wan, yet a strange look flashed through them.
"Looks like you've recovered pretty well?"
Behind the Spirit Devouring Saint King, six curse marks were wrapped in monstrous Demonic Qi, condensing into six savage weapons. Their baleful aura surged, even stronger than before.
The Spirit Devouring Saint King could not really be considered injured. After all, even his original vessel had already been destroyed. As long as his emperor soul remained and his Demonic Qi did not disperse, how hard could it be to reshape another vessel to contain what was within?
And Xiao Yan and Yao Wan could also sense with exceptional clarity that, along with the Spirit Devouring Saint King's current transformation, the burden he had previously been unable to bear from the enormous increase brought by the exchange between the curse marks and the power of heaven and earth had now vanished completely.
"Perfect... once I destroy you all, This King can begin the tedious reconstruction as soon as possible. After all, This King has no desire to sit atop a ruined palace."
The Spirit Devouring Saint King twisted his neck slightly. Those dark purple eyes closed faintly, then a terrifying killing intent erupted from him and burst forth.
And since things had already reached this point, Xiao Yan and Yao Wan naturally could not possibly be scared back by mere killing intent. Emperor Flame and Calamity Fire suddenly surged from their hands, and without prior agreement, they charged at the final enemy blocking the path of all living beings.
The Spirit Devouring Saint King slowly raised a hand. Behind him, the black weapons that had spread side by side like pitch-black wings flashed with cold light,