The air in the treasury seemed to have been sucked dry by Yan Si's roar.
Thick black demonic flames surged wildly across his body. Wherever they passed, even the void let out a groan under the strain, seared with one jagged black crack after another.
His eyes were two burning scarlet nebulae, fixed on the darkness that had been stripped bare.
That was the foundation of his Red Demon Legion.
It was the lifeblood that allowed him to recruit powerful fighters without end.
It was the glory and confidence he had won countless times by fighting his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
And now, half of it was gone!
Hundreds of thousands of years of accumulation had vanished overnight!
Yan Si's chest heaved violently, each breath carrying the scorching breath of black flames.
He made no further sound.
After rage at its utmost came a deathly silence and killing intent cold enough to freeze everything.
His gaze shifted slowly, finally settling on the Prison Suppressing Spirit's empty shell on the ground. It had lost all its luster and looked like a heap of scrap metal.
A cruel chill curled at the corner of his mouth.
Useless.
A useless thing that couldn't even guard its own home.
But he still needed it.
Without expression, Yan Si raised a hand. A fist-sized, heart-shaped glow slowly appeared in his palm, as if it had been formed from countless billions of starlights. It gave a faint, steady pulse.
The Star Heart, a sacred medicine for healing injuries.
He flicked a finger.
The Star Heart became a streak of light and shot into the Prison Suppressing Spirit's battered shell, rough and utterly devoid of tenderness.
"Vmmm—"
Vast life essence and the power of rules surged through the Prison Suppressing Spirit like