The Spirit Devouring Saint King slowly raised his dark purple eyes. His icy, sinister gaze fell upon Xiao Yan and Yao Wan, yet a flicker of surprise passed through them.
"Looks like you've recovered well?"
The six curse marks behind the Spirit Devouring Saint King were engulfed by towering demonic qi, condensing into six savage weapons that radiated baleful intent, even more fearsome than before.
The Spirit Devouring Saint King could not truly be considered injured. Even his original vessel had already been destroyed, yet his Emperor Soul remained and his demonic qi had not dispersed. Reforging a vessel to contain himself was hardly difficult.
Xiao Yan and Yao Wan could also feel with exceptional clarity that, following the Spirit Devouring Saint King's transformation, the burden he had previously been unable to bear from the immense boost created by the exchange between the curse marks and Heaven and Earth Power had now completely vanished.
"Perfect... Once I destroy you, I can begin the tedious reconstruction sooner. After all, I have no desire to sit atop a ruined palace."
The Spirit Devouring Saint King slightly twisted his neck. His dark purple eyes narrowed before a horrifying killing intent suddenly erupted.
Having come this far, Xiao Yan and Yao Wan naturally could not be intimidated by mere killing intent. Emperor Flame and Tribulation Fire surged from their hands, and the two attacked in unspoken coordination, charging at the final enemy standing before all living beings.
The Spirit Devouring Saint King slowly raised his hand. The black weapons spread behind him like dark wings flashed with cold light, tearing through space and appearing before Xiao Yan and Yao Wan in an instant.
This sudden yet expected attack made their pupils contract. The Heavenly Flames in their hands manifested into force, barely withstanding the