The giant ape lay quietly on the ground, gulping for air, the light in its eyes utterly dim.
"Seal its limbs!" the Fox Demon ordered through clenched silver teeth.
At once, quite a few cultivators rushed out, Spiritual Artifacts in hand, and viciously drove them into the giant ape's limbs, pinning it firmly to the ground.
Blood splattered. Pain appeared on the giant ape's face as it instinctively struggled, but to no effect.
It had completely exhausted its strength.
The Fox Demon reached out and grabbed a cultivator's longsword. She drifted down gracefully, her feet stepping on the giant ape's chest, her body half-leaning forward and revealing a great expanse of pale flesh. Yet at this moment, not a single cultivator dared admire such rare beauty.
"You still recognize me, don't you?" The Fox Demon's misty eyes brimmed with delight, while the words that burst from her lips were bone-chillingly cold. "I said that one day, you would die by my hand. I have waited eighteen years for this day! Eighteen years!"
An expression that was neither laughter nor tears appeared on her face.
Eighteen years of waiting, failure after failure—her hatred, filling her heart to the brim, could finally be vented to its fullest at this moment.
She gripped the sword hilt in reverse with both hands, aimed it at the giant ape's chest, raised it high, and gritted out, "Die!"
The longsword stabbed down viciously. With a soft pfft, blood splashed, and the blade sank all the way to the hilt.
After suffering this devastating blow, a trace of clarity unexpectedly flashed through the giant ape's dim eyes. It let out a roar, and one arm that should have been pinned immovably to the ground suddenly lifted. Amid the cries of alarm from the cultivators, it swept a