"Didn't that palm strike kill you? You're actually alive and kicking again?"
Xia Ping saw the Ram-Horn Devil King, Slayer Devil King, Venom Centipede Devil King, and Formless Ghost King surrounding him once more. Their auras were even more terrifying than before; clearly, they had been thoroughly enraged.
His brow rose slightly.
"Human, you truly are remarkable. With merely a Golden Core body, you can challenge Devil Kings like us and fight us to this extent. You must have cultivated one of humanity's treasured physiques, with blood and vitality so abundant it could scare one to death. In terms of sheer strength alone, you can contend against us—perhaps even surpass us."
The Ram-Horn Devil King sneered. "I have to admit, you have some skill. But this ends here. No matter how formidable humans are, there is always a limit. By nature, you are inferior to us devils.
"So what if you managed to injure us? The recovery abilities of us devils are beyond what a puny human like you can imagine. So long as we are not killed in an instant, we can fight without end and remain at our peak at all times.
"But you, as a human, do not possess such recovery. Your mana will eventually run dry. When that happens, your death day will come. You are doomed beyond doubt."
It looked down on him, certain of victory, having seen through Xia Ping's weakness.
"This human's body is quite extraordinary—a human treasured physique. Don't eat him, everyone. If we capture him and take him back to hell to sell, we'll surely make a fortune, enough to make up for all our losses."
Greed gleamed in the Venom Centipede Devil King's eyes.
"I can't promise that. He struck me with a palm just now—I must tear him apart