Elder Jin was dead!
Li Su had blown him apart a full nine times. His body had nearly been shattered through and through, and soft parts like his internal organs had been pulped by more than ninety-five percent.
Only after one final counterattack, brimming with unwillingness and madness, had he died.
That state of mind was terrifying beyond measure.
It was as though Li Su had been fighting a beast with little reason left. From beginning to end, it had never once considered begging for mercy, only struggling and resisting madly.
Looking at the broken limbs lying lifeless in the pool of blood, Li Su slowly walked over.
He reached out and touched the corpse, which had already begun to turn cold. Though somewhat exhausted, blinding innate-pattern light once more lit up across Li Su's body.
Though the Demon Clan's system differed from that of cultivators, the Great Dao had three thousand paths, all leading to the same destination.
A method like soul collection could still be used with a few adjustments. For Li Su, it was not difficult.
After all, the Demon Clan already possessed spiritual techniques. For instance, a bird clan known as night owls could seize others' souls through sound.
He had put quite a bit of effort into obtaining more information.
Otherwise, with one side rising as the other fell, if Li Su had simply wanted to beat his opponent to death, he would not have allowed him to struggle for so long.
The results were quite good as well.
Though he was already dead, powerful auras still lingered around his fleshly body. They were all Elder Jin's spiritual consciousness, lingering thickly enough for Li Su to extract information from them.
Pressing a hand against the other man's head, Li Su began drawing information from the