Weakness washed over Xiao Chen. His legs went soft, and he felt as though he might topple at any moment.
"As expected of a Mountain Lord-level Demon King. Freshly recovered from grave injuries and possessing only seventy to eighty percent of his peak strength, yet he was already so difficult to deal with. My realm is still too low—I must find a way to raise it as soon as possible!" Xiao Chen muttered to himself.
This battle had been exceedingly perilous. Though he had won miserably, he had consumed too much Source Energy, which might affect his subsequent battles.
Of course, he had also collected over a hundred Spirit Souls and plundered an enormous amount of fortune. Overall, he had made a sure profit without loss.
But Xiao Chen was accustomed to calculating every last coin. Whenever the cost was too great, his heart ached.
Originally, these Aura Spirit Souls could have increased his cultivation and become provisions for breaking through realms. Now, however, they could only be used to replenish his Source Energy.
It was all the Devouring Mountain Demon Ape King's fault!
The more Xiao Chen thought about it, the angrier he became. He raised his eyes toward Yuan Batian, who lay heavily injured not far away, blood still streaming from the corner of his mouth. Light bloomed beneath Xiao Chen's feet, and with a single step, he appeared before him like a ghost.
"Spare my life, and I am willing to offer up all my possessions!" Yuan Batian pleaded humbly, panic written across his face.
Though he was usually exceedingly cruel toward his subordinates and the human race, deep down, he feared death greatly.
From a demon ape with fairly pure bloodline to the Mountain Lord who now shook all directions with his might, he had endured