A deep exhaustion surged in his heart, and Lu Yuan not only consumed a great amount of Ideal Energy, but his own lifespan and Essence Blood were also greatly depleted.
He didn't even dare to look, fearing he might die on the spot out of heartbreak.
His eyelids were as heavy as if weighted with lead, yet he dared not recklessly fall asleep, instead sensing his surroundings over and over — even if a single white hair survived, that damned monster might make a comeback.
Suddenly!
"Roar!"
A raspy roar sounded from behind, the Cow Ghost, which had been taking a backseat, was hit by the aftermath of the battle and turned into a puddle of black liquid.
The liquid squirmed endlessly, rapidly recovering, starting with the head.
A pair of scarlet eyes stared at Lu Yuan, roaring incessantly.
"It's over, I didn't kill the Cow Ghost." Lu Yuan thought gloomily, if the Ghost wasn't killed, did the God really die?
