The Lord of Inner Demons had ultimately been defeated.
Flames and lightning continued to spread across its mangled remains. Its body, unable to replenish itself, had lost the cover of its smoke screen and was no different from a shriveled, desiccated corpse.
Looking at its appearance, already indistinguishable from scorched earth and dust, even a Demon Emperor was probably nearing the end of its life.
"But just in case, it would be better to burn these scraps until not even a speck remains."
Panting heavily as she instinctively stuffed pills into her mouth, Yao Wan stared at the barely humanoid scraps and muttered unconsciously.
Thanks to the Tunling Clan, she did not dare slack off when it came to such matters.
An enemy like the Saint King, one who had to be fought to the death—encountering even one in a lifetime was more than enough blessing to bear.
"That's really direct."
Zi Yan instinctively wiped the cold sweat from her forehead before saying, "But I won't object to being cautious... Ugh... this dead world is awful. It's getting harder and harder to draw upon spiritual power... Sister Yao Wan, do you still need help?"
"It's fine. I can do it. Zi Yan, you should focus on recovering first."
Xiao Yan stuffed the nearly empty jade bottle back into his Storage Ring, then took a deep breath. A wisp of dazzling Emperor Flame ignited at his fingertips.
"...Come to think of it, that demon said that the power within this Buddha Bone Golden Statue conflicted with him, didn't he?"
As the Emperor Flame gathered and filled the treasure hall, it engulfed every Buddha Bone Golden Statue scattered across the ground.
He had not expected to melt down and use these Buddha Bone Golden Statues, but this should be enough to nail