For Outer Celestial Demons, the bodies of Cultivators, tempered by Magical Power, were a first-rate feast. And the Nascent Soul, formed from the entirety of a Nascent Soul Cultivator's Magical Power, was an even greater tonic, far surpassing all manner of Spirit Pills and Miracle Elixirs.
Even a Demon King like the Moon Demon King had only consumed a handful of Nascent Souls.
Yang Jing glanced at Danxia True Monarch and the Blood Gu Elder on the ground. They wore simple hemp robes, their Magical Treasures and Storage Bags long since plundered. They were in a wretched state, having lost all the dignity of a Nascent Soul True Monarch.
Offered up as tribute by the six Nascent Soul Old Demons, they naturally knew what fate awaited them. But with their Magical Power sealed, they couldn't even struggle. Only their eyes ceaselessly betrayed their terror.
"Not bad! Two fine meals."
Yang Jing feigned a satisfied nod.
"You may select six treasures from my vault."
