The Giant Demon Emperor was dead, and the parasitic demon had left, but the black battle armor composed of thirty-six leaves remained, floating in the starry sky.
With a beckoning gesture, Ye Chen reached for the black battle armor.
Whoosh!
The black battle armor was highly sentient. It burrowed downward, trying to return to the Demon Ancestor Tree.
"You don't get to decide."
Ye Chen was no ordinary King. No matter how sentient the Demon Ancestor Tree's leaves were, they could hardly escape him. In a flash, he intercepted the black battle armor and grabbed it. It fell into his hand, instantly settling down like a snake seized by its vital spot. The will in Ye Chen's hand severed its connection with the Demon Ancestor Tree.
"Not a bad treasure."
After laying a layer of Undying Sword Intent over the black battle armor, Ye Chen tossed it into his Storage Spirit Ring.
Whoosh!
Transforming into a Flowing Light, Ye Chen flew toward the True Spirit Continent.
...Over the sea, about eighty Demon Kings from the Devil Race remained. Facing enemies three times their number, their losses had been quite low—only a dozen or so had died. The True Spirit Continent's side, on the other hand, had also lost more than a dozen. With such an overwhelming advantage in numbers, yet still suffering so many casualties, it was indeed somewhat unsatisfactory.
Yet they could not be blamed for failing to fight desperately. Because of the black battle armor, these Demon Kings had seen their strength soar. The least of them had gained one or two times their combat power, while the strongest had gained three or four times. It was already impressive that they could fight on equal footing. When the gap in numbers was not too terrifying, quality mattered even