"Bang."
Amid the heavy crash of something hitting the ground, the over-four-meter-tall demon finally fell, collapsing in front of Su Ming.
"Haha."
With one arm around Xu Qianqian and the other still held out, Su Ming gasped heavily, as if he had just endured some unbearable nightmare.
"..."
Xu Qianqian continued hugging Su Ming tightly, shielding him. Only when she heard the crash behind her did she slowly turn her head to look back.
The two of them remained in the most intimate of positions, simultaneously fixing their gazes on Yi Junchuan, who was gradually losing his breath. They breathed heavily in silence.
Under such circumstances, Yi Junchuan slowly lost his life. The charred scales covering his body began to fade, while his grotesque giant frame started shrinking, eventually returning to its original form.
This phenomenon told Su Ming and Xu Qianqian that the battle was truly over.
Unfortunately, after the dangerous scene just now, neither Su Ming nor Xu Qianqian dared relax their vigilance.
Only after a long while did Xu Qianqian say blankly, "What just happened?"
Because she had been facing away from Yi Junchuan and shielding Su Ming in front of her, Xu Qianqian had not seen what had happened.
Even Yi Junchuan might not have known what had happened. The Ice Spear that descended from the sky had struck his back, meaning he had also had his back turned to everything.
Only Su Ming had witnessed the entire sudden change. He forcefully raised his head and looked toward the sky.
Then Su Ming saw it.
Under the beautiful moonlit sky, a figure entwined in mist hovered in midair, quietly releasing ripples of water vapor.
"Meowling—"
In a daze, Su Ming seemed to hear that voice again—half song and half sob, as beautiful as wind chimes and