"Is it over just like that? How boring!"
Xiao Chen looked at the Demon God whose soul had thoroughly extinguished and put away the Netherworld Asura Spear.
At this moment, Zhang Rong coughed a few times on the ground and struggled as if he wanted to get up.
After the soul transformation of the Demon God, his soul had been suppressed and fell into a deep sleep. Now that the Demon God had perished, he regained control over his body.
However, after several attempts, he failed to rise, as the fatal wound in his chest drained him of all strength.
"What's going on, why am I here?" Zhang Rong struggled to lift his head and asked, looking at Xiao Chen approaching him step by step, "How are you still alive, and where is Lord Demon God?"
"Your Lord Demon God has been killed by me!" Xiao Chen responded indifferently.
"What? Lord Demon God..."
Zhang Rong was utterly terrified.
The Lord Demon God could actually die?
