The Great Sovereign Demon King's head was restrained by the Golden Light of the Righteous God and immediately panicked. This thing was practically its nemesis—its absolute bane.
Unfortunately, as it watched Zhang Chen wreathed in golden light, the Great Sovereign Demon King's head circled him incessantly yet had no way to deal with him.
"No, Ice Hell isn't completely useless against it." Zhang Chen ignored the Great Sovereign Demon King and carefully sensed Ice Hell, finally detecting a trace of profound mystery within it.
"My Ice Hell cannot do anything to the Great Sovereign Demon King's head because it is formless and shapeless. But if it possesses a body or resides within one, it changes from formless into tangible Essence, Qi, and Spirit. At that point, it will naturally be suppressed by my Ice Hell."
How had Zhang Chen discovered this?
Because he saw Zhou Qiucheng, who had been imprisoned within Ice Hell, suddenly flash with icy radiance. In an instant, he froze into a lump of ice and became a statue.
"Although the Great Sovereign Demon King is an existence of an unknown realm, it needs a physical body to exert its strength. Once it loses its body, its formless and shapeless nature leaves it without the slightest combat power." Zhang Chen's eyes immediately lit up.
The Great Sovereign Demon King's soul possessed a supreme realm, but it had only the realm and no power. Only by borrowing the strength of a human body could it unleash divine abilities.
The Great Sovereign Demon King could be compared to a high-powered water pump. Only when submerged in water could it pump water. Without water, it was useless—a dry, lifeless pump.
The analogy was not quite accurate, but that was the principle.
Thinking of this, Zhang Chen looked toward the Great