Right in front of Ling Han, the old Divine Beast swallowed the corpses of the eleven Lords of Death.
In this battle, the old Divine Beast had achieved a complete victory.
The old Divine Beast cackled, appearing extremely pleased with itself.
After engulfing the corpses of the Emperors, he would be able to obtain corresponding abilities, thereby increasing his own battle prowess. Unfortunately, he would not be able to obtain the spiritual mark, or he would be even stronger.
"Young man, do you think that I have really allowed you to do as you please because I have no way to deal with you?" The old Divine Beast asked with a mocking smile.
Ling Han sighed internally. This time, he had really broken what he had given his word on.
He had always been the type to keep his promises.
"You used me to kill these Great Emperors to devour them," Ling Han said calmly.
