As soon as the Formless Ghost King died, wisps of grayish-white airflow immediately rose from the surroundings. Xia Ping stepped forward and swept out a hand, devouring this soul energy.
He immediately felt his spirits surge. His divine consciousness increased at a visible rate, making it easy to imagine just how much soul energy the Formless Ghost King had contained—far beyond what ordinary Nether Ghosts could compare to.
"What is this?"
Looking down, Xia Ping saw that the Formless Ghost King had left behind a white mask after its death. It was extremely strange; he had previously assumed that the white mask had been conjured by the Formless Ghost King.
He had not expected it to leave this thing behind even after dying.
"It may be a treasure."
Xia Ping's heart stirred. He felt that this white mask had to be a treasure; otherwise, there was no way the Formless Ghost King would have worn it on its person. He immediately put the mask away in the Mountain River Bead's space.
For the moment, he did not investigate this treasure further. After all, quite a few Nether Ghosts and demons still remained to be dealt with.
At this moment, the demons and Nether Ghosts saw this scene as well. Seeing the Formless Ghost King, Venom Centipede Devil King, Slayer Devil King, and Ram-Horn Devil King—the four great Devil Kings—all slain by Xia Ping, every one of them was scared out of their minds.
"You're kidding, right?! The Devil King lords were killed by a human? Not a single one left?!"
"Impossible! This is an illusion, right? It has to be an illusion!"
"One person might be hallucinating, but there are so many demons here. Who could possibly have such ability?"
"How did he do it? He's only a human of