Having just gone through a fierce battle, everyone was exhausted beyond measure. Disregarding their appearances, they sat on the ground and circulated their respective cultivation arts, eager to recover as quickly as possible. Domitian, who had been severely wounded and had not participated in the latter half of the battle, was instead the only one who retained some combat strength, standing guard nearby.
Charlotte's right arm trembled slightly. He naturally knew what was happening and swaggered over to Emisfida's corpse. A chain emerged from his arm and pierced the Lion King's body. Almost everyone knew that Charlotte cultivated Bloody Glory, and no one cared that he had come to claim the "spoils." A dead lion was no longer of any use.
The face on Emisfida's back suddenly revealed an expression of horror and struggled desperately. But it was only a face and had not yet had time to control Emisfida's body. No matter how hard it struggled, it was useless. It repeatedly showed agony and wailed soundlessly. It had yet to acquire a throat and could not make a sound at all.
More than half an hour passed, and Charlotte began to find it strange. This lion sure has some chew to it! Why has the Blood Spirit Rhino been devouring it for so long without any reaction?
He reached out and pressed lightly. The Blood Spirit Rhino extended a section of chain and stabbed into Charlotte's right arm, whereupon a stream of will flooded into his mind. This will was exceedingly strange, constantly posing all sorts of unimaginable questions. Charlotte answered a few at first, but quickly realized that these questions had no answers at all. Some were purely word games, some exceeded the limits of his knowledge, and some involved philosophy...
Charlotte had no idea what was happening.