In the pitch-black forest.
Splat, a gush of blood sprays forth, its stench overpowering.
Like a small fountain erupting.
Jiang Shi slowly rose from the ground, grasping Zhang Kuohai's head with one hand, lifting it high. Underneath the severed head were thick, black-red nerves, writhing violently like worms.
He had forcibly torn Zhang Kuohai's head out from its roots.
Zhang Kuohai's eyes widened in anger, blood leaking from the corners, seeming as if he would not rest in peace.
The headless body struggled awkwardly on the ground, its hands twitching continuously, attempting to gather strength once more, but with the head lost, it was like a rootless floating plant. No matter how much it struggled, it was all in vain.
Moments later, the imposing body finally became completely motionless, stiffening.
Jiang Shi let out a cold laugh, looking at the head in his hand, and said, "Master Zhang the Second, may you have a pleasant journey!"
Whoosh!
