In a secluded room.
Long Ji sat upright at the table, his face pale. A massive claw wound across his chest ran deep enough to expose bone-a savage, bloody gash the Tiger Demon had left on him before dying.
Youmeng tended his wound beside him, her face full of guilt. She kept blaming herself, saying she had been too weak to keep her husband safe.
Long Ji comforted her softly, one hand stroking her head as gently as a spring breeze. It took a long while before he finally soothed her.
After quite some time, the wound was finally treated. Long Ji took out the Tiger Demon's corpse for Youmeng to absorb its flesh-and-blood essence, then began taking stock of the Tiger Demon's Storage Ring.
Looking at the packed Storage Ring, with spirit stones, medicinal herbs, and other resources piled like mountains inside, Long Ji broke into a grin of unrestrained delight, as though his injury had been well worth it!
The countless monsters and demons Su Yan released from the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda surged like floodwaters bursting through a dam, instantly inflicting devastating casualties on the Joyous Union Sect disciples.
Although these monsters and demons were, overall, nowhere near as strong as the Joyous Union Sect disciples,
Their numbers were like carp crossing a river, as countless as the stars, blotting out the sky and covering the earth in a dense mass of monsters and demons.
Kill one, and ten more came; kill ten, and a hundred remained. They could not kill them all-they simply could not!
Moreover, these monsters and demons attacked in bizarre, unpredictable ways that were impossible to guard against.
One careless moment, one successful strike, and a disciple would be torn to pieces by countless monsters and demons, further inflaming their savage nature.
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