"Fiend God remains?"
Bai Xiaowen paused.
In fact, ever since he had entered the Dark Age Plane, the demons' ability to resurrect endlessly had bothered him.
The power to overturn the laws of life and death was hardly a normal racial trait for demons.
If one or two demons had possessed it, that might have been explainable. But every demon on the plane had it...
That was worth thinking about.
Then Bai Xiaowen noticed that Silver King Ismen treated him differently, as though he attached great importance to him.
Otherwise, with Ismen's arrogance, he would never have mustered every military force under his command and thrown them into a war against Bai Xiaowen from the outset.
All the signs suggested that Ismen also possessed part of Death God's remains.
He had simply mistaken them for the remains of a Fiend God.
But whatever he called them, they should have been the same kind of thing.
Even if they were not Death God Bones, they were certainly the remains of a real god, and their value was immeasurable.
Out of the corner of his eye, Bai Xiaowen saw Herbart, the witch Kelowen, and the others watching him with worry on their faces.
"If I kill you, I can still get that bone." Bai Xiaowen drew a breath, and the black Spirit Force Giant's spear pressed a little deeper into Ismen's skull.
"Impossible! I put the Demon God Skull in a storage device that only I can open. Kill me, and you'll never find it! You'll lose it forever!" Ismen shouted.
The Three Heavenly Kings were shaken by the sight of Ismen struggling to survive.
They held a quiet discussion among themselves.
"Is Ismen really a Divine Scion? Someone who stands at the pinnacle of this continent?" Abaddon found it hard to