Davis loosened his grip from the handle of the Dark Crimson Scythe and plopped to the ground as exhaustion coming from his soul hit him hard.
He had used most of his Soul Force and felt lethargic, even weak, so he rested for a few minutes before he finally glanced at the dead centipede again.
He turned to look at two other two Magical Beasts which were dead at some point after the centipede died.
Their bodies were bloodied, mangled and the wounds were horrendous and aghast, to say the least.
Two of the four limbs of the Armored Stone Tiger were nowhere to be seen while the Viridian Hawk's body was entirely bald, with few little feathers remaining on its majestic tail.
"Good work..." Davis mumbled to Fallen Heaven and stood up.
He didn't receive a reply and wasn't bothered by it.
Collecting the souls and their bodies, he felt some gazes looking at him with some greed and bloodlust.
