“He actually reached that barrier!”

The tsunami-like pressure coming from the Great Desolate Winged Devil’s corpse caused Xue Qingkuang’s expression to change.

“Master, what can we do? Even you can’t reach that place!”

They had been here for over ten days, using the pressure here to stimulate their devil qi. But Xue Qingkuang had another goal: he wanted to obtain this corpse’s devil core at all costs. Even if it had been dead for countless years, as an Eternal expert, for its physical body to be so perfectly preserved, its devil core must still remain.

If Xue Qingkuang could obtain its devil core, then he would gain its invaluable experience of advancing to the Eternal realm. That was of incalculable value to countless...