It's over.
The lion's head naturally dissipated. Li Cheng quickly stepped forward and swept a glance. The Wing Membrane Demon couldn't be said to be intact; at the very least, it had been reduced to ashes.
The lion's roar directly corroded a two-and-a-half-meter-diameter pit into the alloy floor, leaving a layer of dark red human-shaped shadow at the bottom—the fragmented flesh and blood of the demon had fused with the metal.
Without a word, Li Cheng fetched two large barrels of strong acid from the warehouse and poured them all into the pit to prevent the demon's flesh and blood from regenerating.
Sssss——
A thick mist rose from the strong acid, and only then did Li Cheng have time to turn around and look at Talisman Nail, complimenting, "Your brain works pretty fast, very good job, making the demon's soul spin."
"I was betting on it."
Talisman Nail, lying on the ground from excessive blood loss and pale-faced, managed to squeeze out a wry smile, "Luckily, I won the bet."
