The enormous body's violent thrashing sent the Sinkhole Surface shaking wildly.
"Damn it, damn it!"
At first, the Wraith King still had the strength to thrust his spear at the Giant Crocodile, but he soon lost the strength to resist, and the scarlet barrier covering his body shattered.
Weiwei, who had completely descended into madness,
showed no sign of stopping.
Weiwei kept spinning wildly.
Some unknown amount of time passed.
"Weiwei, Weiwei."
At the familiar voice, the brutality in Weiwei's eyes gradually faded into clarity. Releasing the Wraith King, who had been reduced to a filthy rag, Weiwei looked around. Only after spotting Chen Fan did Weiwei quickly crawl over, lower the tip of that enormous head to the ground, and nuzzle his calf.
An aggrieved whimper escaped.
The rolling had left the battlefield in utter shambles.
With a complicated expression, Chen Fan gently stroked the fist-sized bloody holes atop Weiwei's head. Thick blood was still pouring from them. "Come on, let's go back to the Cave. I'll use the Altar to heal you."
The Wraith King was dead.
They had won this battle.
It had been a hard-fought victory. The Wraith King had been stronger than he had imagined, but they had won all the same.
He looked up at the darkness shrouding the sky above the Sinkhole.
High in the heavens,
the heavy, eternal curtain of night had shattered like a smashed pane of glass, exposing a dark-purple opening. From its edges poured vast, waterfall-like auroras of interwoven sickly green and dark red.
The spectacle had appeared in the Eternal Night at the very moment the Wraith King died.
He thought
it must have been the Heaven and Earth phenomenon marking the Wraith King's fall.
After the Wraith King died, vast amounts of wraith blood surged from his