Especially now, when no one could provide him with any more Spiritual Power.
Su Nanzhi did not know what she had done, mumbling runes under her breath, until the creature on the ground gradually ceased its movements.
It died.
Its body emitted the most dazzling golden light.
Even though it was not on par with the gods, it must have initially been a piece of fragrant wood enshrined beneath Buddha's seat.
In life, it was tainted with bloodshed, but in death, it returned to its original sanctity.
Ridiculous.
Daoist Yun Qi watched the scene in disbelief, then turned to look at the girl who had just slain the monster and was also bleeding from several wounds, his voice trembling, "He, he's just, just dead?"
After the golden light dissipated, there was nothing left on the floor.
"Where is he?" Daoist Yun Qi asked subconsciously.
Su Nanzhi, seemingly unfazed by the pain in her body, tugged at the corner of her injured mouth, "Liberated."
Daoist Yun Qi: "?"
When did that happen?
