The white fox transformed from a dark red color to the color of charcoal.
At this moment, a crimson flying sword, its blade ablaze with fierce flames, pinned it to the ground. Its fur had already been burned to ashes, and its flesh turned to charcoal, as if all the moisture in its body had evaporated completely.
It resembled a mummified corpse.
With life hanging by a thread, it could barely manage to breathe.
"Victory, the Immortal Master has won."
The people hiding everywhere were first shocked, then began to cheer.
One by one, they stepped out from behind the buildings, daring to come forward and watch.
Bai Shutong and Jiang Qin both breathed a sigh of relief.
This battle seemed to have reached its conclusion.
Even if the white giant fox were not dead, it no longer had the strength to fight.
Zhang Xiaoshan had completely gained control of the situation.
"Boy, you, you..."
The fox demon struggled to speak, its breathing already very weak.
