Under the scorching sun, the heat became even more oppressive.
The Corpse Dog still fiercely bared its two rows of sharp teeth, emitting threatening low growls.
But in Dazhuang's eyes, these actions were merely the dying struggles of a doomed creature.
Indeed, to Dazhuang, the Corpse Dog was just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and he could end its life whenever he wished.
And very clearly, Dazhuang had no intention of letting this beast continue polluting the air, so...
Slowly standing up, the severe injury on his back caused Dazhuang's lips to twitch uncontrollably.
However, he didn't show too much pain from this and looked toward the Corpse Dog beneath him, which was barking intimidatingly because the Scythe had been withdrawn.
Dazhuang sneered coldly, saying nothing, and then stomped his right foot multiple times on the dog's mouth, stopping only when the latter's skin was split and flesh was blurred.
