Before they could finish speaking, the two beasts vanished into the night.
They had come as suddenly as they fled, swift as the wind in both arrival and departure.
If not for the carriages scattered all over the ground beside them as proof, one might have thought everything that had just happened was an illusion.
A crow flapped swiftly past from not far away, crying, "Caw, caw, caw."
Wei Wu: "..."
Cai Linglong: "..."
After a long while, Wei Wu stiffly turned his head toward Cai Linglong and forced a smile. "Mama Cai~ I'm not actually familiar with them."
Cai Linglong smiled as well and patted Wei Wu on the shoulder, her meaning profound. "What a good boy. Of course Mama Cai believes you~"
Many days later.
As the last spark in the Gate of Hai went out, Qin He slowly turned around.
His eyes were bloodshot, his face blackened by smoke, his hair disheveled, and his breath unsteady.
In a word: he had made a killing, but he was nearly unable to hold on.
After burning the Spring Gushing Realm demons of the Gate of Hai, Qin He did not spare the True Essence Realm and Mortal Body Realm demons either.
Whatever could be burned had to be burned. No matter how small a mosquito's meat was, it was still meat.
With enough of it, one could still piece together a dish.
Over several days and nights, he burned hundreds of corpses. More than ninety percent of the demons in the Gate of Hai had turned to ash.
Qin He was nearly at his limit as well.
Reviewing an entire life, branding it upon the soul.
Every Shadow Play was a drain on both mental strength and soul power.
After several hundred Shadow Plays, even Qin He, forged