"Pu!"
This time, Baihe truly spat out a mouthful of old demon blood, his half-carcass twisted grotesquely.
But bizarrely, on the other half of his body there was a hearty laughter. Amidst this laughter, from the half of the face that appeared relatively normal, bugs with colorful velvety fuzz scurried out rapidly, died, and then decomposed into pools of poisonous liquid. In an instant, it further corroded Baihe's body, riddling it with gaping wounds.
It seemed a force was struggling, trying to break free.
"Thinking of escaping? You have no chance. Once fallen, one is a demon for life. The day of the Demon Clan's rise is just around the corner, so join me in reveling in this supreme glory!"
