A gentle breeze blew across the arena.
It blew past the broken scales.
It blew past the broken bones.
It let out a soft whimper.
Su Mo stretched out his right hand and waved off a strand of mane that was floating towards him.
In his field of vision, there was not a single living thing on the vast land.
Corpses with missing limbs were everywhere.
There were a few places where the corpses looked very complete, as if they were sleeping.
However, their souls had long left their bodies.
The Quasi-Sage's attacks were usually infused with his own essence, qi, and spirit.
Each punch and kick was no longer a simple physical attack.
Even if he was outside the range of physical attacks.
It was still very easy to be injured by the mental attack that came with it.
It was the same for the demons who had died on the scene.
Even he had suffered several waves of mental attacks when the Bull-headed Quasi-Saint attacked him.
