Altar

"Damn it, I actually lost nearly a hundred Demonic Spirit Ghosts!"

After sealing all the Demonic Spirit Ghosts from every direction back into the Demon Soul Hall, Ye Zhen felt a pang of heartache.

To deal with Mountain Shaking King and his team, Ye Zhen had released nearly three hundred Demonic Spirit Ghosts. Aside from the thirty-odd that had been killed, only a little over two hundred had been recovered in the end.

What hurt the most was that of the twenty-six Soul Guard-level Demonic Spirit Ghosts he had released, only half had returned.

Still, heartache was heartache. Having wiped out eight Palace Opening Realm Kings, including Mountain Shaking King, with little more than a flick of his fingers, losing nearly a hundred Demonic Spirit Ghosts was practically no loss at all.

There were plenty of these things inside the Devil Race fortress. At worst, Ye Zhen could spend more time capturing another batch.

What was more, the wealth of those eight Palace Opening Realm Kings now belonged to Ye Zhen as well.

The only pity was that while Ye Zhen had to seal away the Demonic Spirit Ghosts, he also had to seal the Innate Soul Light of these dead Palace Opening Realm Kings. Nearly every one of them had died after their Innate Souls were blasted apart.

In the end, Ye Zhen had only managed to seal four clumps of Innate Soul Light that had lost nearly half their soul power. Still, they were all fourth-layer Innate Soul Lights, so that was not bad.

"Eh, Commander Wu, Elder Nian, you're here. Elder Nian, are your injuries all right?"

At some point, Wu Ying and Nian Sijing had appeared not far behind Ye Zhen. Both had their eyes widened as they stared at the eight corpses on the ground!