The Demon King mount beast, fallen in the bloody sand, possessed an incredibly tenacious life force. Even in such a state, it had not yet died, but its demonic power was dispersing continuously and it was no longer able to support its body to stand up, only managing to let out bouts of roars and heavy breathing.
"At last... we've dealt with this fiend..."
Xiahou Yan panted heavily as he approached, stopping his motion and looking at the fallen Demon King mount beast as he spoke.
This was not the year of the demon disaster, but every year Yunlu Pass would conduct routine patrols and investigations in the areas around the pass, trying their best to kill or drive threatening demons deeper into the desert, preventing them from harassing the pass.
