Li Feng did not know exactly what had happened, but he knew this stranger seemed very formidable. Meanwhile, the Earth God beneath the ground had already been stunned speechless. The demon's aura was dispersing—this had likely been a single blow that had gravely wounded it.
At the end of the street behind Li Feng, the golden-armored figure who had been standing there all along merely glanced at the night so dark it made one dizzy, then turned and departed.
Zuo Wuji maintained the stance in which he had thrust out his flat staff for two breaths before slowly withdrawing it. With a light shake, a trace of demonic blood flew from the staff. He switched it to his left hand and tossed it behind him, where it landed with a clang back in the corner of the house.
"Hey... where's that demon?"
Li Feng asked cautiously. Zuo Wuji turned to look at him, revealing a confident smile.
"It wasn't anything formidable. It's already dead."
Zuo Wuji had originally wanted to say that it had merely been a skulking rat hiding its head and showing its tail in the shadows, but he decided to avoid more complicated words and keep things simple.
As Zuo Wuji's words fell, the excessive darkness around them happened to dissipate as well. The starlight and moonlight made it so the street was no longer completely invisible.
Li Feng looked toward Zuo Wuji. Past his side, he could see a huge wild beast lying several paces away, with a fan-shaped spread of blood stretching toward the far corner.
"Is that a big dog?"
Though Li Feng really had panicked earlier, his courage was genuinely great. Now he walked over to Zuo Wuji again and looked curiously at the corpse on the ground.
"It stinks..."
Zuo Wuji gave