It had already lost its luster.
An Lan was dead.
Changsheng sat slumped nearby.
He, too, was utterly exhausted.
The spiritual power within him had been drained dry.
Had An Lan's spiritual power not sustained him at the final moment,
he probably could not have maintained the Life-Slaying Array until the snake demon died.
That was not all.
His body was riddled with injuries of every kind.
They had all come from his earlier clash with the snake demon,
and from the snake demon's later attempts to ram through the magic array.
Such was the nature of cultivation.
Especially when competing with other living beings for opportunities.
Being grievously wounded and near death seemed perfectly ordinary.
By all rights,
Changsheng had won in the end.
He should have been happy.
Yet An Lan's body
left him unable to feel any joy.
The snake demon had already reverted to its true form.
Once members of the Demon Race died, they lacked the spiritual power to maintain human form.
Naturally, they reverted to their true forms.
The snake demon's body, too, bore wounds of every kind.
As the array formation dissipated,
the snake demon's body slowly began to regain its toughness.
But the process was far too slow.
Besides,
even if the snake demon's body regained its toughness,
it would still be unusable.
Of everything on the snake demon,
The only valuable parts were its Demon Core and Snake Demon's gallbladder.
The Demon Core could be traded to powerful cultivators in town, who could refine it into a golden core.
The snake gallbladder could be refined into Antidote Pills.
It was also a key ingredient in the vast majority of Antidote Pills.
As for the demon's physique, because of the array formation,
even though it had become fragile,
with the passage of