Dusk gradually descended.
On the hillside, Fang Wang strode forward, his Golden Scale White Feather Robe covered in blood, even his face smeared with traces of it, Xiao Zi lay on his shoulder, equally drenched in blood.
He walked over to a large rock and sat down, the afterglow of the setting sun spilling over him, casting half of his face in shadow, among the mountains between him and the setting sun lay the enormous bodies of poisonous insects and the corpses of Green Cicada Valley demonic cultivators, a shocking sight to behold.
Exhausted!
Exhausted like never before!
Fang Wang stored the Heavenly Palace Halberd in his Treasured Spirit Space, he exhaled a breath of turbid air, at this moment he wanted to do nothing, he didn't even feel like gathering Qi, he just wanted to be idle for a while.
