A silent gorge, the mountain breeze blew, splattering blood everywhere.
The blood-stained tree stood on the ground, its vines curling up the strange leather, making it appear even more demonic.
In the eyes of many onlookers, this tree, which had sucked dry the flesh of the Painted Skin, even emitted a brutal and violent scent.
Fear struck everyone simultaneously, causing them to step back several paces.
Only Old Cat squinted his eyes, hiding behind a large rock, staring at him, "Hey, comrade! Did you win? Why have you stopped fighting?"
Lu Yuan looked at the spectators and suddenly felt an indescribable sense of exhaustion. Do you think I'm a perpetual motion machine?
But he had to stand firm because he wasn't fighting alone anymore; a little rabbit-like soul was clinging to him.
"Conch must be more tired than I am; she is peacefully sleeping..."
The thought of their relationship completely elevating filled Lu Yuan with indescribable joy and happiness.
