The Might of the Demon Robe

The moment the robe settled onto his body, Pang Jian immediately felt an indescribably heavy force pressing down on his back like a mountain.

It was the weight of thirty-six devil domains!

It was also the faith of five great devil gods whose true names remained, eighteen devil gods at the level of middle gods, and billions upon billions of Devil Race living beings!

In the vast, boundless starry river beyond the heavens, there were actually thirty-six devil domains echoing from afar with this robe!

The surging devil essence within it, along with the living beings who believed in devil gods by the billions, could all be summoned by Pang Jian through the robe!

Once he put on the robe, it seemed he would have to bear some kind of mission.

He could refuse to follow Demon Heaven's Great Dao, need not always act from his true heart, and need not carry selfishness and self-interest to the absolute extreme.

But he had to regard himself as one of the devil gods!

In other words, he had to strive for the strength of the Devil Race and the devil gods!

A sovereign-grade devil artifact carried far too much weight. To wield the supreme power bestowed by the artifact, one had to shoulder certain burdens.

So long as he was willing to bear them, he could freely call upon the evil thoughts and malicious thoughts of the billions of living beings in the thirty-six devil domains.

So long as he was willing, he could also wantonly seize the boundless devil essence within those thirty-six devil domains.

As for the great devil gods whose true names remained and who still existed, along with the many middle gods, he could likewise draw upon a portion of their strength and use the robe to empower