Rip~
It sounded as if a piece of fabric was being torn, but in fact, it was the sound of flesh and skin ripping apart. A creature with the head of a wolf and the body of a human, a seemingly divine demon incarnate, held a tangible thunder spear and skewered a demon that only had half of its body left in mid-air.
"Is this it?"
Even on the furred wolf head, a profoundly human sense of disappointment manifested. He glanced at the demon's lower body, which was completely hollow, unable to regenerate, then his barebones shoulder and the single remaining wing. He couldn't help but sigh,
"It's a bit asymmetrical."
Speaking, Feng Qing'an tore off the single remaining wing forcefully, along with a large portion of the demon's back flesh. Despite the severe injury, only a few streaks of dark red liquid seeped out of the wound, with no gushing blood, as the demon's blood was nearly drained.
"This looks much better."
