Blood Transformation Demon King, Return to the Battlefield

The Heavenly Demon King died utterly and completely. From body to soul, he was annihilated. Once it was over, Qin Yang felt a little regret.

It was such a massive monster, yet he had not been able to perform Corpse Touching on it. What a waste. Even if he had only touched out some miscellaneous junk he could neither use nor learn, that would still have been better than getting nothing at all.

Qin Yang had always upheld the belief that nothing was useless; it might simply be useless to him. Even if he touched out a classic he could not use, he could still exploit a loophole and pass it on to someone else.

Did he not have a genuine Demon Head under his command? It would definitely be useful to him.

Of course, he was only coveting more after getting what he wanted now that it was over. Who could have thought that far ahead before? His mind had been filled with all sorts of chaotic thoughts, and he had used countless messy thoughts to bully the Heavenly Demon King, who could not keep pace with him, concealing the most fundamental thought.

He waited for the Heavenly Demon King to enter, until he had no choice but to follow along and passively endure and receive the information that was enough to make him crash, then forcefully stuffed his consciousness until it burst and was annihilated.

At that time, who would think about what came afterward? The thoughts in his mind had been at their purest: kill the Heavenly Demon King. Even if he died, he had to kill the Heavenly Demon King first.

Qin Yang suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart. He was in no hurry to leave and instead prepared to recuperate where he was for