Wang Shi looked disdainfully at the corpse in his hand.
"I was going to ask you a few questions and let you go, but you actually dared to threaten me. You really had a death wish."
Hellfire appeared in his hand, swiftly burning the corpse before him.
In truth, he did not care about the threat at all. He even wanted his opponent to come at him again—the closer, the better.
He quite liked this opponent, who had let him fight to his heart's content.
After dealing with this troublesome fellow and watching his corpse turn to ash, Wang Shi finally rose and left.
Yet shortly after he left, the ashes of that incinerated body actually began gathering together at a speed visible to the naked eye.
With the help of dark power, he quickly regained his Snake-Tailed Monster form.
He stared into the distance, still shaken.
"That big bastard was fucking vicious. He almost didn't even leave me any ashes."
Sensing the loss of his power, he was tormented by the weakness that washed over him.
This death had instantly sent his ranking plummeting to below fifty thousand.
That also meant more than fifty thousand Darkness Gods within the darkness now ranked above him.
This infuriated him. He had already admitted defeat, yet his opponent still refused to let him go and insisted on destroying his divine body. All the power he had spent so long accumulating had been lost once again.
"Damn stone monster. If I ever get the chance, I'll destroy you."
Of course, he was only talking tough. In reality, all he wanted now was to get away from that stone monster—as far away as he could possibly run.
It was not that he was a coward, but that this fellow simply would not listen to