"Awoo—" White Bear let out a pained howl, his body struggling violently. Green blood mixed with flames flowed from his abdomen, falling onto the sand and igniting patches of small fire.
Lin Taichu quickly retreated, avoiding White Bear's struggles.
He watched White Bear roll about the ground in agony. The demonic energy around him grew fainter and fainter, while the wound in his abdomen continued to burn, green blood flowing without stop.
After about an incense stick's duration, White Bear's struggles gradually ceased, and his body no longer moved. Only the flames in his abdomen continued to burn.
The demonic energy on his body completely vanished. His red eyes lost their luster as well, turning grayish white.
Lin Taichu let out a breath and collapsed onto the ground, soaked in sweat from head to toe. There were wounds on his arm and chest, and the pain made him frown.
He took out his waterskin and drank a few mouthfuls, then took out some herbs and applied them to his fresh wounds.
This battle with White Bear had been even more dangerous than his previous fights against Kain and the Sand Centipede. He had nearly died beneath White Bear's claws.
"Finally dealt with." Lin Taichu looked at White Bear's corpse and thought to himself.
He knew that his victory this time had depended entirely on luck and quick thinking. If he encountered another magical beast this powerful, he might not be able to hold on.
After resting for a while, he felt some of his strength return and got up to pack his things.
He glanced at White Bear's corpse, then at the sandstorm around him. After White Bear died, the sandstorm's rotation gradually slowed, and the surrounding wind and sand weakened considerably.
He knew the sandstorm would soon disappear, and