Demon King Leviathan willingly shed his enormous devil body, as though slashing away part of himself.
One had to understand that one of the trump cards that had allowed devils to sweep across the endless ages was their bodies, which grew ever larger as they cultivated.
Their enormous bodies did not mean clumsiness or strain; on the contrary, they possessed tremendous power.
The strength of their bodies far surpassed that of countless worlds.
Jiang Yang had spent time in the Devil Civilization when it was first founded. Naturally, he knew the course of the devils' future development: sheer size would inevitably reign supreme.
Devils lacked the angelic bodies of Angels, so adept at controlling energy, but in developing their bodies, they left all others in the dust.
By the later stages, their research into the power of flesh and blood no longer required investigation through technological systems. The autonomous evolution of flesh-and-blood genes, rooted in the essence of life, had long since taken over the entire process.
Of course, in those later stages, because their devil bodies corroded their minds, they could no longer produce a single true scientist.
Thus, every devil was an evolving life-form. Their types might be similar, but their actual bodies took countless bizarre forms.
In the sky, Leviathan returned to a humanoid body for the first time in countless years. Based on his own circumstances, he had judged this to be advantageous.
Looking at Demon King Leviathan, now in human form before him, and that familiar face, Jiang Yang even felt a little nostalgic for the days when they had fought together.
But Jiang Yang soon cast that thought to the back of his mind.
The drawbacks of the devils' development were plain to see as well. By now, their minds were no longer quite