The Demon King

Shi Lan looked at the scant information left behind by this martial artist, feeling a trace of curiosity.

The person who had spent more than eighteen million battle merits to take away this fox-race Demon King was not from the Demon-Subduing Army.

Based on Shi Lan's current understanding of battle merits, even an ordinary Centurion General who had endured many battles in the Demon-Subduing Army possessed no more than several million battle merits.

If he was not a general of the Demon-Subduing Army, then he must have been a martial artist who had accumulated battle merits through the Martial Summoning Orders—someone who had managed to amass such an enormous fortune during the relatively short period since the Demon Race's invasion.

The number of demon-beast souls beneath this person's command was self-evident. His cultivation was absolutely far beyond the Heavenly Dipper Realm.

For a martial artist at that level, this Demon King's usefulness should not be very great.

With more than eighteen million battle merits, he could have exchanged them for other treasures that increased his strength.

However, this had nothing to do with her.

The thought flashed through her mind. Shi Lan cast the matter to the back of her mind and continued browsing the items available for exchange.

Seeing Shi Lan absorbed in examining the items, Wu Lingkong did not disturb her and walked straight to another exchange counter.

Page after page of all kinds of heavenly treasures slid past Shi Lan's eyes, leaving her almost dazzled by the sheer variety.

The difference in the battle merits required to exchange for items of different grades was enormous.

Shi Lan glanced at a True Dragon Fruit ranked as a seventh-grade immortal root. Its price of tens of millions of battle merits made her truly feel the poverty of her own