This was the blade Chu Yun had poured every last ounce of strength into—an unprecedented strike.
With this blade, blood sprayed and a head flew.
With this blade, spiritual radiance vanished and spiritual pressure scattered.
The Greedy Wolf King had been slain, beheaded in a single stroke!
The blinding spiritual radiance vanished without warning. The boundless pressure, towering like mountains, also disappeared all at once, leaving the four people in the field with their organs churning in discomfort from the sudden release.
For a moment, the entire scene was silent.
Taotie, White-Eyed Wolf, and the other Tribulation Demons all turned around and stared at Chu Yun, dumbstruck.
Xiao Xiaoxian and Jin Bihan had collapsed onto the ground, still frozen in their stubborn postures of resisting the spiritual pressure. At that moment, their mouths hung open, yet neither could say a word.
Before their eyes, Chu Yun remained in the posture of bringing down his battle blade, motionless as a statue.
Meanwhile, the Greedy Wolf King, who had stood tall with his head raised like a god, had already been separated from his head.
His head lay some distance away, eyes still open, his face fixed in an expression of incredulous terror.
His body, however, remained standing. Streams of blood continually gushed from his severed neck, swiftly soaking his collar and flowing across the ground. The pungent, heavy stench of blood followed, spreading through and filling this cramped space.
"Did I... get him?" Only after a long while did Chu Yun come back to himself and realize what had happened.
An overwhelming exhaustion instantly engulfed him. He swayed unsteadily, unable to remain on his feet, seized by the urge to simply lie down and sleep on the spot.
Thud.
At last, he could no longer hold on. He dropped to one