On the small island.
Sitting cross-legged on a big stone, Su Mo closed his eyes and focused his mind inside his body to examine the Demonic Soul.
The Demonic Soul was concealed quietly in his Devouring Martial Soul, but he knew that it had not died.
Hush!
Sighing in relief, Su Mo hoped that the Demonic Soul would not cause trouble anymore.
However, the Demonic Soul had been so powerful that it was about to rob him. Why did it suddenly become weak?
After contemplating for a while, he still could not discover why, so he dismissed it from his mind.
"Brother Su, the Armor Devils are really poor!"
Nie Qian disappointedly exclaimed after he checked his war spoils. He and Han Ying were sitting not far from Su Mo.
"The Armor Devils were trapped in the Demonic Cloud Sea. How could they have much wealth!" Su Mo shook his head.