On the ground, blood pooled and spread. Hu Linglong lay in the blood, her chest no longer rising and falling, her breath completely gone.
Fan Zhen took the Faith Statue from her body, then chopped off Hu Linglong's right palm with another stroke of his blade. After finishing all this, the Divine Soldiers and Generals quickly left.
The smell of fresh blood and corpse drew several bold Night Owls.
They flapped their wings and landed on the still-warm corpse.
One of the Night Owls aimed at Hu Linglong's heart and pecked down viciously.
Who would have thought that at that very moment, the corpse on the ground suddenly moved, and a hand shot up and clamped down hard on that Night Owl's neck.
With a crack, the Night Owl barely struggled a few times before its bones shattered; it was actually strangled to death alive.
Flinging the Night Owl aside, Hu Linglong sat up. The blood on her body had yet to coagulate, and the wound of her severed right hand was even more ghastly to behold.
