A little less than half a day later.
At the site of the previous battle between the two demons.
Wang Jixuan concealed himself, standing off to the side with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face as he watched the blood-covered Fat Immortal, Mao Mo.
Mao Mo lay prone on the ground, writing something on a flattened stone surface with his own blood.
He was clearly "gravely injured," barely able to breathe. The surrounding spiritual energy was flowing away from him, and he looked as though he would not live much longer.
He wrote...
[The villain Dou Qian of the Mountain Moving Sect intended to refine a formation and slaughter living beings. This poor Daoist exhausted all his strength but could not defeat him. Fortunately, a senior rogue cultivator claiming to be of the Dark Cult happened to pass by and is now battling this villain. This poor Daoist is too badly injured to sustain himself. My primordial spirit is collapsing and will soon disperse. With the protection of my final magic treasure, I write this here in hopes that the elders of my sect will discern the truth!]
In one sweeping effort, Mao Mo filled the entire stone surface, then lowered his head and coughed out a mouthful of blood.
Lying atop the stone slab, he began taking more breaths out than in.
Wang Jixuan shifted a few steps to the side, seemingly worried that Mao Mo's blood might splash onto his shoes when he died.
Two dark figures began appearing in the air, locked in battle.
This was footage processed by Peony, taken from Wang Jixuan's earlier clash with Daoist Dou Qian, the Lame Old Daoist. The only changes were improvements to the appearance of Wang Jixuan's Puppet Clone.
After only a short while