In their ears, they could not even hear the fluttering sounds of Insect Fond Spirits' wings.
The chilly night and the cold moonlight lightly fell, following the dispersed mist.
Li Jingming and Su Mei left their hiding spot, walking stiffly towards Ye Hanjun.
Standing still, they gazed ahead with their dazed expressions filled with complexity.
The Giant Duck Beast... was truly dead!
Lying in a puddle of blood, the lower half of its body had submerged into the mire.
The upper half of its body was marred by eye-catching slash wounds; not a single bit of its fur remained intact. Its body was filled with bloody gaping wounds, the white bone of the beast visible everywhere.
The locations of what seemed to be the fatal injuries—its split open neck, its broken spine, its shattered heart—were countless, as many as four or five.
Presumably, even as a fond spirit of the Savage, regardless of its extreme vitality, such severe damage that it had sustained meant it could not have survived.
