"Hm? As expected of an immortal-level lord. It truly possesses immense soul energy."
A glint flashed in Xia Ping's eyes. After slaying the Swamp Lord, he immediately unleashed the power of devouring, rapidly refining the soul energy released after the Swamp Lord's death.
At once, it produced an immense amount of soul energy, equivalent to the souls of several million demon monsters at the peak of the Thunder Tribulation Realm.
He sent all these massive Soul Crystals before the Samsara Pen. The Samsara Pen greedily devoured the soul energy as though it had been given a perfect tonic.
Xia Ping could also clearly sense that he was drawing ever closer to unsealing the first layer of the Samsara Pen. As long as he killed two more immortal-level lords and devoured the soul energy within them, the first seal could be lifted.
Vaguely, he sensed signs of cracking on the first bronze gate deep within the Samsara Pen.
"What?! Dead? The Swamp Lord was killed?"
The Sea Shark Lord and the other immortal demon monsters shuddered violently at this sight, utterly unable to believe that the renowned Swamp Lord had been killed just like that.
When they had advanced into immortal-level demon monsters, they had believed themselves to be beings beyond death and destruction, their souls impossible to wear away even by the passage of time.
They no longer knew how long they had survived in Flame Hell, nor how long they had ruled it. They had thought they would go on ruling forever, growing ever more powerful.
To be honest, they had nearly forgotten what the fear of death felt like.
But now, seeing the supposedly undying and indestructible Swamp Lord die before their eyes—hearing that miserable scream before its death—their hair stood on end and their hearts and gall