The Plague Blood gushed out, falling into the elder's mouth.
Not a drop left!
After finishing all this, she ignored the cursed sword still stuck in her chest, darting over the battlefield and landing on the deck of the Sun Boat.
Reverently prostrating on the ground, raising the head in her hands.
Offered her spoils to Huai Shi!
"Thank you for your hard work."
Huai Shi nodded, examining the Great Knight's head, "Not bad materials indeed."
In the elder's hands, the expression on that head continuously changed, as if still wanting to angrily rebuke the enemy in front of him.
But when the darkness behind him rose slowly, that anger and killing intent quickly dissipated, and undisguised fear and despair emerged from his eyes.
In the Casting Furnace's firelight, horrific screams resounded again, and the Alchemy Fire engulfed everything.
"Bear with it."
Huai Shi reached out and gripped the sword hilt in the elder's chest.
