The battlefield fell completely silent.
The blood-red light filling the sky slowly receded into the void, and the crimson sea of other shore flowers that had covered a thousand miles returned entirely to the sheath.
The supreme divine soul pressure that had awed souls and towered above all laws vanished without a trace as well.
Shiheng stood quietly high in the void, gazing down indifferently.
Across the thousand-mile bloodstained land, three thousand Divine Beast demonic bodies at the Six-Star and Seven-Star Fiend levels lay motionless in a sea of blood.
Every demonic body remained exceptionally intact.
Their divine armor was uncracked, their bones and sinews undamaged. Their flesh remained tough and dense, retaining a terrifying physical hardness comparable to top-tier Divine Artifacts.
The only difference was that their divine souls had been utterly extinguished.
These supreme Demons who had roamed the God Realm had all become soulless shells without intelligence.
Not a ripple stirred in Shiheng's eyes. He had already reached a clear decision.
He had already cultivated the death law to the Highgod level, and the death law excelled at refining dead spirits, forming corpse puppets, and controlling beings whose lives had been extinguished.
As his cultivation advanced, he could absolutely forge a top-tier Death Puppet legion of his own.
The three thousand Divine Beast bodies before him were superb materials rarely encountered in a thousand years.
Every divine body possessed a terrifying physical foundation capable of crushing ordinary Highgods and withstanding fierce attacks from Seven-Star Fiends, or even Asura powerhouses.
Their Divine Beast bloodlines were exceedingly pure, and their bodies were incomparably hard-the finest foundations for puppet refinement in the God Realm.
When ordinary gods and demons died in battle, their origins dispersed, their spirituality drained away, and their flesh decayed, making long-term preservation impossible.
But these three