The sealed Devil corpse suddenly appeared, instantly drawing everyone's eyes.
Compared to the Anka Clan's civilizational legacy, this thing looked far more important.
Though saying so was a little cruel, that was the truth.
Jia Xiu's plane was no stranger to civilizations being wiped out.
Civilizations would always rise and fall, just as people were bound to die.
The legacies left behind by civilizations that had vanished into the long river of history were mostly of little practical value and interested few people. Only a handful of archaeologists studied them, and in the end, they would do no more than lie in museum storage rooms.
Jia Xiu and the others had originally believed that the knowledge left behind by these tentacled monsters of the Anka Clan did not contain much of value. Judging from the spells they had left behind, they were no more sophisticated than those of human mages. Moreover, because they needed to store elements within their bodies and relied on collective casting for large spells, their individual strength was inferior to that of human casters.
The Caster Association could also create a secret chamber piled high with ninth-circle spell protections, and on an even larger scale.
No one knew how many good things could be dug out of that pile of spellbooks. Perhaps a spell on the level of Vampire conversion was already the limit. Overall, it was above the level of padding out academic papers, yet short of a history-making achievement.
That speculation was completely shattered the moment the Devil corpse appeared.
When Devils died on other planes, their bodies turned into pus or ash and returned to Hell to revive. To kill a Devil completely, one could only go down to Hell and kill it there.
The same was true for Demons.
This was also