But he won, the Marco Clan had fallen, his severed head gripped in Ming Solomon's left hand.
"Hehehehe..." Ming Solomon chuckled. His laughter grew louder and louder, gradually shaking the heavens and the earth: "The Marco Clan has been defeated, the Human Race will forever be under my race's feet, eaten and killed at our whim!"
Bracing himself on the Sky-piercing Spear with his other hand, he struggled to stand up—when he finally stood erect, he felt as though he could rule the world!
But suddenly the eyes on the head of Marco Clan's leader, held in his hand, snapped open: "Fool, you're no different from those Demon Beasts!"
Ming Solomon was startled, almost dropping the head in fright. His body swayed and he plopped down on his rear.
"You... You're dead!"
Marco Clan's leader spoke again: "Indeed, I'm dead. If I don't die, how could I destroy your Ming Head? Without eliminating your Ming Head, how can I possess the mighty body of the Great Sage Solomon of the Demon Clan!"
