With a grim look, Lin Changqing picked through the scattered fragments covering the mountainside until he finally found what he wanted.
A whole piece of dark green essence encased a glowing green object: a Spirit Pearl.
This Spirit Pearl was the very essence of the Centipede Demon King, containing all of his poisonous miasma essence.
Thank goodness, it hadn't been blown to pieces.
Lin Changqing's Divine Demon Prison Suppression Art didn't discriminate when it came to what it devoured. It could refine anything, from the power of dragon bloodlines to baleful energy.
If those ten billion units of merit hadn't been so precious, Lin Changqing might even have tried to see if he could refine the Power of Merit.
The Poison Spirit Pearl before him belonged to a Demon King at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm. It was nowhere near as valuable as true dragon bloodline power, let alone the Power of Merit.
Refining it would be worth at least half the blood and qi of a peak Golden Immortal Demon King. At least it wasn't too much of a loss.
Having recovered a little of what he'd lost, Lin Changqing looked somewhat more cheerful. He turned his lightning-lit gaze toward the distant Black Tiger Demon King and Sparrow Demon King.
One piece of loot was gone. He couldn't let them get away with the rest!
He put away the Spirit Pearl. Now wasn't the time to refine it.
Lin Changqing summoned the blood-red wings on his back and shot across the sky, heading straight for the distant battlefield.
By then, the battlefield had changed completely.
The Sparrow Demon King and Black Tiger Demon King were both utterly horrified.
How long had it been? The Centipede Demon King had only just left, and now he was dead?
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