The Demon King level Demon Beast's gaze dimmed, for it knew it was already dead.
The body of the Demon King level Demon Beast slowly collapsed onto the ground.
Wu Xia sheathed his sword, looking calmly at the Demon King level Demon Beast lying on the ground.
He had thought it was merely a collectible, but after all, it was a Demon King level Demon Beast—never easy to kill.
The opponent resurrected once more, though its size had diminished from before.
But it was faster.
Wu Xia did not hesitate, sword in hand, he directly confronted it.
This time, he showed no mercy, and the blade in his hand gleamed with a chilling brilliance.
He chopped relentlessly, slicing the Demon King level Demon Beast into pieces.
Wu Xia's eyes sparkled; the blood of this Demon King level Demon Beast was to him a greatly nourishing treasure.
He absorbed it ceaselessly.
And the body of the Demon King level Demon Beast continued to shrink.
This scene was witnessed by the other Demon Beasts nearby.
