"How are you?" The Celestial Corpse asked beside him.
Xiankong Ancestor smiled bitterly: "Luckily, I'm not dead."
As he spoke, he urged the Profound Void Nine Transformations, and his shattered eye was quickly reborn. As a top-level demon, such physical injuries were trivial.
The trouble was the sword wounds on the divine soul, which would take an unknown amount of time to heal.
The Celestial Corpse sighed, "That one has quite a temper."
All the Demon Emperors nearby nodded repeatedly, each with a look of lingering fear.
The Demon Emperors were accustomed to being kings and overlords in their own realms, so they had never encountered such a situation. No one dared to lose their temper now.
The Demon Emperors knew well that they were like plucked phoenixes, no better than chickens. Away from their treasure lands, they'd lost sixty to seventy percent of their power. They might not even be able to fight an ordinary Earth Immortal, let alone a peerless expert like Yuan Qinglian.
