The torrential rain poured down, and Lu Bu'er, drenched, suddenly felt a wave of weakness and sat down on the muddy ground, gasping for breath and unintentionally letting out a laugh.
This battle was probably the hardest he had ever fought, because the gap in strength between the two sides was so vast that even with the advantage of numbers, it had taken a temporary breakthrough to secure a victory. Yet the joy of victory intoxicated him so profoundly that he trembled with excitement.
For he seemed to see a path to heaven opening before him.
Zhang Boheng's head had been crushed under his foot, leaving only a headless corpse still flowing with curse-like flaming runes.
He placed his hand on the corpse.
The intricacies of the Curse of Origin were devoured by him, and he felt his Immortal Body evolving once more, as if he had received a substantial experience boost.
Just as expected.
