Once Demon God Wusun emerged unscathed, Lu Shan had already dwindled to a black speck. It was too late to chase him now.
Unharmed, Demon God Wusun could only throw back his head and roar in fury. The sound waves spread outward, crushing the ruined territory within a hundred li all over again.
"Lu Shan! Just you wait!"
Far away at the edge of the sky, Lu Shan heard Demon God Wusun's impotent rage and a faint smile curled across his lips.
After confirming that it was safe, the various armors on his body turned into streams of light and returned to their original forms. Lu Shan sat atop Chubby Girl.
The three Monster King-level corpse puppets handed Lu Shan a large number of Demon Cores, all taken from the Monsters and Demons he had killed.
The three Monster King corpse puppets were not meant for combat, but for gathering Demon Cores. Although Lu Shan had created a method to control corpses based on the memories in his mind, this was not the path he specialized in, so the number he could control was limited.
He could control three Monster King-level corpse puppets. If they were Demon God-level, he could only control one.
Even with his current strength, however, he could not kill a true Demon God. Defeating and killing were entirely different concepts. So long as the other party refused to fight to the death, it was exceedingly difficult to kill them when both sides stood at roughly the same level.
To kill someone, one needed to hold an overwhelming advantage.
Lu Shan stored away half the Demon Cores and fed smaller portions of the rest to Dream Butterfly, the God-Eating Rat, the Golden Crow, the Mountain-Throwing Ape, and the Soaring Serpent.
As for the remainder, he stuffed all