Before the Myriad Demon King died, his face was filled with grievance. He simply could not understand why Tang Hao still struck to kill when he had already surrendered and was even willing to toil like an ox or horse for humans.
Zi JI had clearly been allowed to live!
Of course, if the Myriad Demon King knew from beyond the grave that Tang Hao planned to give Zi JI to the sect leader as Yang Ming's maid, he would probably have spat blood in fury.
He was so angry he trembled and felt cold. What was wrong with being a man? Did that make him inferior to a woman?
Sadly, the Myriad Demon King was destined never to learn any of this. He could only descend to the Yellow Springs with a belly full of regrets.
Tang Hao put away his mountain-sized Clear Sky Hammer. His body swayed slightly, and he nearly collapsed onto his backside.
Though he had seemed to handle two ferocious beasts whose strength rivaled his own with ease, the expenditure had long since exceeded what he could endure. Now that the crisis was resolved, Tang Hao felt utterly hollowed out. Forget lifting the Clear Sky Hammer—even circulating his soul power sent waves of stabbing pain through his meridians.
This was a warning that his meridians were beginning to rupture!
"Whew!"
Tang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. His task was complete. The rest was up to the others.
Just as Tang Hao was enjoying that relief, a sudden beast's roar in the distance drew his attention.
"Roar!"
A deafening roar rang out. Its pressure waves plowed cracks through the ground, and an enormous figure appeared in Tang Hao's field of vision.
It was a giant bear covered in dark golden fur, standing over three meters