"Good stuff."
Seeing so many Demon Kings fall, Xia Ping's eyes immediately lit up. With a sweep of his hand, he collected all those Demon King corpses, along with the Space Rings on them.
Every Demon King corpse was a treasure. Not to mention that every part of their bodies was superb material for crafting artifacts, comparable to peerless minerals and worth a fortune.
Their flesh alone, tempered through years upon years of cultivation, contained potent medicinal properties. The flesh of these Demon Kings was equivalent to ten-thousand-year spiritual medicines that had cultivated into spirits.
Every drop of blood contained immense medicinal power, enough to make countless living beings drool with envy. If an ordinary demon obtained even a little of a Demon King's essence blood, its magical power would surely surge, and its cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds.
Now that these Demon Kings had been slain, leaving behind their enormous bodies and rich flesh and blood, they were like stalk after stalk of ten-thousand-year spiritual medicine to Xia Ping—frighteningly valuable.
Naturally, he would not let such peerless treasures slip away. He collected every last one.
At the same time, the soul energy scattered by the fallen Demon Kings was also devoured and absorbed by Xia Ping using a secret art. Even if he could not absorb it all for now, he could digest it later.
"Hm?!"
After collecting part of the Demon King corpses, Xia Ping's gaze flickered. He noticed that the titled Demon Kings were remarkably powerful, slaughtering in all directions as they continued their desperate resistance.
The Flood Dragon King in particular, relying on its flood dragon body, battled countless Yellow Dragons with unstoppable force. Every punch and kick displayed terrifying flood dragon might, tearing apart everything in its path.
As expected of titled Demon