"Excellent. I'd finally found an opponent who could barely fight me. Killing those ants was far too boring." In that short span, the Giant Demon Emperor had killed fifteen kings of the True Spirit Continent. If Murong Qingcheng had not drawn his attention away, that number would have risen considerably. To him, anyone who could not withstand a single punch was an ant. Killing ants was easy, but no matter how many he killed, it could not satisfy him. If he was going to kill, he had to kill an unparalleled figure like Ye Chen. Killing one Ye Chen was more useful than killing ten or twenty ordinary kings; perhaps it could crush the faith of everyone on the True Spirit Continent in one stroke.
"Killing ants of the Devil Race is boring too. Once I kill you, this war should end sooner."
Ye Chen's thoughts were exactly the same as the Giant Demon Emperor's. In battlefield slaughter, a general's role was exceptionally great. Not only was he a commander, he was also the spiritual pillar of the soldiers. Once a general died, morale would inevitably plummet.
"Kill me? What a joke. I'd like to see how you intend to kill me."
The Giant Demon Emperor burst into laughter. His Undying Body had reached the realm of Rebirth from a Drop of Blood, and his demonic power was vast and boundless. Even if an ordinary person blew him apart ten times, he could recover again. Though his current strength had yet to return to its former peak and was only at the early seven-star level, even someone with mid seven-star combat power could forget about killing him. On the contrary, they might be worn to death by him.
"Take my Giant Demon Slaughter Fist!"
His laughter had yet to fade