Gu Shaoxuan was dead, and Ji Ruo's body fusion had reached its time limit. The giant's figure dissipated, and the people from Spiced Spicy Ball fell down, their faces pale.
The black coffin fell, and the lid was smashed open. The distorted holy image rolled down and stained the soil.
The Hundred Years Mountain was littered with corpses. These corpses belonged to the villagers of the Eight Treasures Stronghold. Some of them had long decayed, and some still had rotten flesh. They looked a little disgusting.
The previous [Sound ComCombo] had already exhausted everyone's energy. Ji Ruo had forcefully continued the final attack, and the effect of one slash had been two slashes. Everyone had consumed a lot of energy, and they were almost out of oil.
Ji Ruo's eyes were filled with double images, his head was dizzy, and his meridians were in extreme pain.
