Rustle, rustle!
With a sweep of his hand, Xia Ping immediately gathered all the chunks of Abyss Demon flesh scattered across the ground, placing them beside the World Tree to be devoured and absorbed.
The flesh-and-blood energy of these Abyss Demons seemed to be of enormous benefit to the World Tree's growth. Though it could not compare to Immortal Demons, it still counted as low-grade fertilizer.
"Y-you, who exactly are you?!"
At this moment, the black Immortal Demon stared at Xia Ping in terror. It felt weaker than ever before. After its Primordial Spirit had been split apart by that sword strike, it had actually suffered an injury that could not heal.
It was an Immortal Demon, yet its injuries could not heal—what a horrifying thing that was.
Had it not experienced it firsthand, it would never have believed it.
At once, it began to doubt Xia Ping's identity. What kind of background did he have? He clearly was not even an Immortal Saint, yet he had beaten it half to death. It was simply inconceivable.
"Who I am is none of your concern. What exactly is this so-called Abyss Pact? Care to tell me about it? I'm quite interested."
Standing above it, Xia Ping completely locked onto the other party with his aura. This black Immortal Demon was entirely under his control and had no way to flee.
A tyrannical force pressed down. Centered around his body, a terrifying field of energy formed; even the slightest movement from this Immortal Demon would be known to him with perfect clarity.
"Get lost! This is an Abyss secret, absolutely forbidden from being leaked. Give up on that idea."
The black Immortal Demon sneered, its mouth still stubbornly hard.
This was top-secret information of the Abyss. It could never be allowed to