Wang Zijia saw the other party disappear, decisively beckoned, gathered his severed arm and blood, then floated downwards.
Now that the Demoness had left, the Skeleton Giant had crumbled away, leaving a solitary Mountain Giant standing.
In the process of descending, the Mountain Giant slowly knelt down towards him, its spiritual essence gradually fading away, turning into a colossal statue in a half-kneeling, bowing posture, silent.
Wang Zijia did not look back, indifferently gliding down.
It appeared as if an ancient deity was kneeling in reverence to Wang Zijia's retreating figure.
"Gurgle!"
Jiang Mingda and Kuang Weiping, who had been watching the battle, swallowed their saliva involuntarily.
Only when Wang Zijia floated down to their level did they snap out of their daze.
"Greetings, Immortal Venerate!" Kuang Weiping had recovered from all his injuries and was extremely composed, but still hastily saluted in greeting.
