Yang Qi was feeling particularly pleased, more so than ever.

The first reason was because the Crown Prince was now trapped in the Nine-Heavens Ten-Earths Demon-Devil-Horde World-Ending Grand Spell Formation. The second was because he now had the Grand Emperor’s Pagoda. Not even the chancellor could take that treasure away from him now. It was really a wonderful feeling.

That said, he was still riveted by the show of force the Crown Prince was putting on.

Even surrounded by hordes of demons and devils, he continued to fight on as if he didn’t know the meaning of the word exhaustion. Every attack of his was strong enough to level mountains, making it obvious to Yang Qi that not even a hundred of himself combined could possibly be a match, not even if all hundred versions had a Grand Emperor’s Pagoda.

After all, the pagoda was a magical treasure that required true energy to control. And right now, Yang Qi could only do so for a short moment.

He hadn’t yet fully grasped the quintessence of the pagoda, and needed more time studying it to gain more enlightenment. In its depths, the quintessence-blood...