"Awooo!"
After a long while, the tiger corpse stretched lazily, its fur transforming into sharp arrows that shot outward.
More than half the mountainside was covered. A rain of blood fell from midair, and clumps of writhing flesh rained down like droplets.
A frail little demonic creature, shaped like a plump orange house cat, had been limping past with a mouse in its mouth.
Caught off guard, it was knocked head over heels by a large lump of flesh. It rose with an unhappy expression and discovered that the mouse had been crushed beneath it when it fell. Unwilling to suffer a loss, it viciously bit into the bloody mass.
That mass of flesh was precisely the Demon King's flesh that the tiger corpse had expelled from its body—the hardest part to refine, and the part where the Demon King's lingering will remained.
Though it looked dripping with blood, it melted the moment it entered its mouth. The Orange Cat's eyes widened into perfect circles after swallowing it.
It abruptly stood upright on its hind legs and meowed twice. "Ah, ah, what's happening to me?"
Once it realized it had spoken human words, countless pieces of information surged into the Orange Cat's mind, and fear arose within it for no reason at all.
Its fat body twisted, curled itself into a ball of flesh, and decisively rolled toward the foot of the mountain.
Though the slope was pitted and uneven, with protruding rocks that made the Orange Cat bare its teeth in pain, it knew that escaping with its life came first and could not afford any carelessness.
Within a few breaths, the little demon had fled without a trace, leaving Yingci Mountain.
The remaining clumps of flesh seeped into the soil, rocks, bushes, and grass, turning black-gray in the