The Myriad Demon King immediately wiped every trace of a smile from his face and cast aside his nonchalance. Not daring to delay for even a moment, he raced straight toward Eastsea City's station at full power.
The instant he landed, devastation greeted him everywhere. The entire waiting hall was gone, and more than half the Soul Guidance Train station had been blown away by the terrifying explosion.
Countless fragments of rubble and heaps of metal wreckage littered the ground, with injured people scattered everywhere amid cries of agony.
At the heart of the explosion, terrifying residual energy still raged. The air was filled with Demon Spirit's soul power fluctuations, but Demon Spirit himself was already utterly dead, not even his bones remaining.
To protect Bi Ji and Zi JI, and for one final shred of dignity, he had burned away everything he had.
At the center, three bedraggled Titled Douluos sat slumped on the ground. Their battle armor had shattered completely, bloody wounds covered their bodies, and their auras were feeble in the extreme.
A two-hundred-thousand-year Ferocious Beast's all-out self-detonation-and one unleashed at full strength, without any prior depletion-was difficult to withstand even with three Three-Word Battle Armor Masters approaching the Super Douluo level joining forces.
Qiangu Zhangting, in the middle of the group, was in an even worse state.
These people were at least Titled Douluos and Super Douluos. He was merely a Soul Emperor, and all he had was One-Word Battle Armor.
Even with three Titled Douluos doing everything they could to shield him, and the Level 98 Super Douluo Qiangu Dongfang blocking most of the impact, the violent energy had still hurled him away. Cracks covered his body, blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, and his face was deathly pale.
Even more conspicuous