Although Ye Zhen had won his battle against Ling Qianbi during the day, he had expended an enormous amount of Soul Power, and his own divine soul had suffered considerable damage—all from being struck by his own Soul Shocking Heavenly Lightning.
After returning to the private courtyard at the inn, Ye Zhen seized every moment to recover the injuries to his divine soul.
It was foreseeable that, over the coming days of arena defense battles, there would be fewer and fewer challengers, but the challengers' strength would grow ever greater.
And injuries to the divine soul recovered slowly; they could not be healed in a day or two.
Fortunately, Ye Zhen had the Battle Soul Blood Banner. The power within it could, to a certain extent, accelerate the recovery of injuries to the divine soul.
But what Ye Zhen wanted even more was the Ancient Demon God Hall.
It had been three years since he had last gone there. He wondered how the Demon Soul Legion within the Ancient Demon God Hall had fared under the leadership of Hei Er, Hei Qi, and Hei Jiu.
In less than a year before, they had already imprisoned a million Demonic Spirit Ghosts. Now that three years had passed, how many Demonic Spirit Ghosts had they taken in?
How far had the Demonic Spirit soldiers under his command grown?
If he had one or two hundred Demonic Spirit Ghosts now, even the most ordinary ones, after being refined through Ye Zhen's Mirage Dragon Pearl, Ye Zhen's current divine soul injuries could be healed in an instant.
If not for one matter after another cropping up lately, Ye Zhen would have wanted to make a trip to the Ancient Demon God Hall. The Ancient Demon God Hall had been of no small benefit to