Yellow Springs Ancient Ancestor and the others looked at Fang Chen. They, too, were curious how he had captured the Bloodslaughter Demon Emperor and the rest.
Even on the End Battlefield back then, no one had managed such a feat.
Fang Chen smiled faintly. "It was simple. To deal with them, I needed just one word: drag!"
"Drag?"
"Yes. Drag!"
Fang Chen nodded. "The Heavenly Devil Battle Formation was powerful, but maintaining it consumed a vast amount of Demonic Qi. The World Will's support wasn't limitless, and the window for Heavenly Punishment narrowed with time. Their strength waned as they spent it, while I could Devour energy from their attacks and feed it back to myself and my companions!"
"The longer they fought, the weaker they grew. The longer we fought, the stronger we became!"
"After nine days and nine nights, their Heavenly Devil Battle Formation collapsed. Then I captured them all!"
Fang Chen made it sound like nothing.
He had brushed past nine days of fighting for his life in a few sentences.
But everyone present could imagine how brutal those nine days and nights had been.
One man had faced thirty-six True Demon Emperors, a Heavenly Demon Seven Kill Formation capable of trapping and killing an Eighth-Revolution Immortal Emperor, and a Heavenly Demon Dharma Form whose Combat Strength approached that of a Ninth-Turn Immortal Emperor. He had not retreated, fled, or called for help. He had endured alone for nine days and nights, dragging his enemies down by sheer force.
Great Emperor Huo Li was silent for a long time before speaking slowly. "Were you hurt?"
Fang Chen nodded. "Many times!"
He did not elaborate, but everyone could imagine how savage the fighting must have been.
Ye Qingci gripped Fang Chen's arm, her fingertips turning white.
Fang Chen