The injury to the demon body is nothing to him, but with the damage to his divine soul, recovery is no simple matter.
If not handled well, it could drag down his heart core and further affect his cultivation foundation.
Thinking of this, he grew more irritable over this setback.
"G-Great King..."
A few demon shadows flitted over from not far away, hesitating to approach the fallen King of the Nine Netherworlds.
The King of the Nine Netherworlds abruptly lifted his head, his three blood-red eyes filled with evil qi staring at them, making them shiver all over.
"Great King, it's us, you're..." A Bird Demon, afraid the King of the Nine Netherworlds hadn't recognized him, quickly flapped his wings to disperse the surrounding sandstorm.
They are subordinates of the King of the Nine Netherworlds and had followed him into the Celestial Ruins Realm.
