A Saddle Tames Shi Buyi
The great battle came swiftly and ended just as swiftly.
The demon army led by Shi Buyi was reduced in an instant to a group of great demons trailing behind Fu Shang like quails. Their casualties were devastating.
Shi Buyi kept his head lowered, his pale face utterly bloodless and his gaze dim and lifeless.
This time, his defeat had been too disastrous. His cultivation had fallen, his Demon God King Body had shattered, and more than half of his forces had been lost. Even if he escaped by luck, the other demon race magnates would never spare him.
"A being comparable to a god living in seclusion within such a small tribe... Absurd. Utterly absurd..."
Shi Buyi was in unbearable pain.
In all his life, he had never suffered such a crushing defeat. He had almost no chance of making a comeback.
For someone who aspired to become the new Demon Emperor and lead the demon race to its peak, this was more painful than death.
Along the way, Shi Buyi wandered in a daze. After Fu Shang had severed eight of his heads, his state of mind had fallen along with his cultivation.
After an unknown amount of time, he came back to his senses, only to discover that all the great demons following behind him had vanished.
Ahead of him, golden-green flames burned in Fu Shang's palm. He appeared to be refining some kind of treasure.
Countless runes and totem patterns flickered faintly within them.
"What is he trying to do?"
Shi Buyi barely managed to calm his turbulent emotions as he looked at Fu Shang, a vague sense of foreboding rising within him.
Fu Shang, seated cross-legged ahead of him, seemed to sense Shi Buyi's confusion. He gave him an indifferent