The smoke of battle slowly dispersed like ink, revealing Poison Fang Old Devil sprawled on the scorched earth like a heap of sludge.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, mixed with gravel. The dark-red stains wound across the ground like venomous snakes. Terror and unwillingness intertwined in his eyes, his pupils contracting violently, like a trapped beast with broken wings struggling futilely in a cage, yet utterly powerless to resist.
At this moment, his body was already shattered beyond recognition. Broken bones showed through his ragged clothes, most of them snapped, giving off faint cracking sounds.
Evil Path cultivators had always sought to ascend to immortality by taking shortcuts. Their bodies had never endured tempering and were as fragile as thin paper.
To face the full-powered strike of the "Grand Unity Profound Light God Slaying Crossbow" was no different from striking an egg against a rock. Poison Fang Old Devil's miserable state was the best proof.
At this moment, the other Evil Path Old Devils in the ruins of the monastery reacted hastily, their bodies shooting toward the sky.
However, the aftershocks of the explosion surged forth like a raging tsunami, crashing down with an earth-shattering momentum.
They were like dead leaves swept up by a gale, instantly blasted backward through the air. They traced chaotic arcs before crashing heavily to the ground.
At this moment, the Ninth-grade Blood Zombie had already closed to within three hundred feet. With every step it took, spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the earth, while rocks tumbled down the surrounding mountains.
A foul black mist sprayed from its mouth. Wherever it passed, vegetation instantly withered and turned to dust.
"Ao Wu..."
The Ninth-grade Blood Zombie threw its head back and howled. The sound waves became almost tangible, sending ripples across the surrounding space.