Demon Heaven Devouring Art

However, his Primordial Spirit had not been annihilated. Yang Lingtian had captured it.

The surrounding members of the Devil Race were scared witless when they saw this.

They never would have imagined that their great general would die just like this.

And he had been killed with a single punch from Yang Lingtian!

It was simply too terrifying!

"Run!"

Someone shouted, and the surrounding members of the Devil Race began fleeing in all directions.

Yang Lingtian had frightened them out of their wits, and they no longer had the courage to fight.

Naturally, Yang Lingtian had no intention of bothering with those small fry.

He looked at Han Long's Primordial Spirit and, without another word, directly performed a soul search on him.

Through the soul search, he obtained even more intelligence and secrets about the Devil Race.

He learned of the Devil Race's plans, as well as some of their weaknesses.

This information was extremely important to him.

"Demon Lord Xuan Ye, just you wait. The battle between us has only just begun!"

Yang Lingtian muttered to himself, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

He turned around and left this gathering place of the Devil Race.

His figure vanished into the darkness.

Like a ghost, he came without a trace and left without a shadow.

This gathering place of the Devil Race had already become a ruin, with corpses and blood everywhere.

Not long afterward, a figure appeared here.

The newcomer was none other than the Demigod powerhouse, Demon Lord Xuan Ye.

He wore a black robe embroidered with strange demonic patterns, radiating a heart-palpitating aura.

His face was hidden beneath his hood, revealing only a pair of scarlet eyes that gleamed with bloodlust.

When he saw the battlefield in such a state of devastation, a towering fury