Before she could finish speaking, her thousand-zhang demonic body collapsed with a crash, slamming into the shattered void and dissolving into black blood that scattered through the air. Only the Demon Core, riddled with bite holes, remained suspended in midair, slowly losing its glow.
With the Great Demon Lord dead, the other demon soldiers and generals fled into the Void Rifts.
Lu Changsheng stood where he was. As his divine energy ran out, the thousand-zhang shadow giant gradually shrank and dissipated, returning to his original form. He staggered, braced himself against the void beside him, and spat out a mouthful of dark-golden Divine Blood. His face instantly turned as pale as paper.
Qin Yiqing hurried forward to support him and took out a God Level pill, intending to feed it to the Primordial Ancestor.
"It's no use." Lu Changsheng waved a hand. "Great Demon Lord Chaersha's Divine Word Power contains a curse that prevents recovery and inflicts continuous damage. I won't last much longer."
The other Dark Race ancestors were all shocked to hear this and crowded forward with questions.
Lu Changsheng ignored them and instead took Qin Yiqing alone to his room.
After sitting down, he said, "I'm giving you two choices: become my new Divine Body, or surrender your essence to help me recover."
"Primordial Ancestor! This..." Caught off guard by these sudden choices, Qin Yiqing froze.
"What? You're unwilling? Have you forgotten who gave you the strength you have today?"
Qin Yiqing gripped the Divine Sword in her hand, her knuckles whitening with the force. The sleeves hanging at her sides trembled slightly. Only after a long silence did she raise her head to look at Lu Changsheng, her voice carrying a tremor she could barely conceal.
"Primordial Ancestor, I would willingly help you recover your essence,