"Th-this!"
The countless Abyss Demons who witnessed this scene were utterly stunned, staring dumbfounded.
These were more than a dozen Demon Kings. Even in the Abyss World, they counted as overlord-class beings, ruling over billions of demons beneath them, their strength boundlessly terrifying.
Yet now, this human had killed them in an instant. They had not even been able to get within a single step of him, and had been dismembered in midair.
They could all see the looks in those Demon Kings' eyes after death—filled with unwillingness, terror, confusion, and regret. It was as if they had not even known how this human had slain them.
"So these are Abyss Demons? Weak—far too weak. I haven't even made a move, and you're already lying down."
Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back and sighed. "I never imagined this generation of Abyss Demons would be so feeble. You are the worst lot of demons I have ever seen, weak to an unimaginable extent. Could it be that after being raised by us humans for billions of years, the savagery in your bones has been worn away, turning you into livestock?"
At that moment, a terrifying aura formed around him. The Abyssal Demonic Qi within thousands of kilometers turned into a vortex and surged toward Xia Ping's body.
Even the lingering soul energy left behind by those dead Demon Kings was absorbed by Xia Ping in an instant.
He felt the mana within him rising madly. Even the Hell Golden Crow Cells deep inside his body were continuously awakening—one hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, one million, three million...
It seemed he was drawing ever closer to awakening one hundred million Hell Golden Crow Cells. His strength rose with every passing moment.
The entire Abyss World seemed to sense that