The night was pitch-black. A shaft of moonlight slanted through the hole in the ceiling, falling on Duanmu Lei's disheveled, furious face.
He was clearly as dead as could be.
The blow that the Incomplete Dragon Claw had dealt him was far fiercer than the blows it had struck Yue Wen with earlier. Evidently, it had worked harder in those few seconds in Yue Wen's hands than it had in all its decades with him.
But Demonic Cultivators were cunning. To guard against the possibility of him feigning death and launching a sneak attack, Yue Wen woke the little black snake on his shoulder and sent it over.
Before the man had been dead too long and the spirituality in his bloodline dissipated, the little black snake could gulp down some of Duanmu Lei's blood essence. This was the first time the little black snake had made it in time for a meal since following Yue Wen.
It couldn't be helped. Yue Wen was a Righteous Path cultivator, after all.
The little snake named Shousui slithered onto Duanmu Lei, sank its fangs into his neck, and drank several mouthfuls of blood essence imbued with spirituality. Duanmu Lei's corpse visibly decayed, looking within moments as though it had been rotting for days.
Although Zhao Xing'er had no idea when Yue Wen had acquired a spirit pet, she didn't seem particularly surprised. Yue Wen pulled out something new at the drop of a hat anyway. They were all used to it.
Who didn't have a few secrets?
Shousui was noticeably delighted when it returned, its body wriggling every which way. Judging by what he could see, Yue Wen felt it had even grown a little.
Duanmu Lei had been a powerful Demonic Cultivator in the late Astral Realm, after all. He must