The sudden appearance of the Demon Spirits was an unexpected twist, one no one present had anticipated.
This Ancient Battlefield was far too sinister—it could actually give birth to Demon Spirits.
But Demon Spirits were still Demon Spirits. In the eyes of Meng Po and the others, they were merely monsters wearing the skins of ancient powerhouses. What was there to fear?
Moreover, Meng Po's eyes gleamed strangely as she said, "The three of them have inherited all the memories of Great Emperor Fengdu and the others. In that case, if we thoroughly erase their consciousness, can we obtain the complete inheritances of those three ancient powerhouses as well?"
Everyone present immediately brightened. That truly had not occurred to them.
Originally, they had thought themselves fortunate to obtain even a portion of the inheritances left behind by powerhouses such as the Great Heavenly Demon Venerable.
After all, those ancient powerhouses could not possibly treat themselves like a Scripture Depository, carrying so many supreme and powerful cultivation methods with them.
It would already be quite good if they carried some secret arts on them. Anything else would be an unexpected bonus.
But since these Demon Spirits had completely inherited the legacies of those three ancient powerhouses, then so long as they killed them and dispersed their consciousness, there were many ways to seize those inheritances.
Sensing the killing intent from Meng Po and the others, the three Demon Spirits all revealed disdainful smiles.
They were not the three ancient powerhouses, Great Emperor Fengdu and the others. Though they had inherited those three men's memories, just as Meng Po had said, they were merely Demon Spirits.
Yet precisely because they had inherited the memories of those three ancient powerhouses, they subconsciously believed themselves immensely powerful, despite possessing not the slightest real combat