It wasn't until the next nightfall that he felt no pain at all. He stood there, amidst his relieved retainers, glancing over the huge vortex up above and the skinny looking Golam right now.
Most of the Golam's enormous body was absorbed, leaving only an obvious skeleton covered with thin layers of muscles and skin. The Golam was dying, that was a fact, and that shiny green liquid that covered its body was mostly gone by now.
The sword was still in place with its hilt, making Arthur feel some relief about it. As for the giant beauty, she claimed the green pond a long time ago, yet she didn't show any sympathy for him during the past hard hours.
"Cold hearted one your are," he smirked while glancing directly at her distant figure.
"You are such a sneaky cultivator! You deserve to be treated this way!"
"Tsk," he shook his head without saying anymore. He knew he had a tough relation with that giant girl, yet he was still fixed on taking her as a master.
