On the ground lay a heap of bones, some of horned dragons, some of Dragon Sparrows, a chaotic mess. The massive skeletons glowed, imbued with divine power.
Beside the black lake, Shi Hao lay flat on his back, resting his head on a section of dragon bone, with vibrant sparrow feathers spread underneath him, indescribably comfortable. He let out a satisfied belch.
He took a swig of strong wine, savoring the taste, feeling that this relaxed state surpassed that of an Immortal.
Half a year ago, during a great escape, he was grievously injured, nearly dying. In recent months, he faced swarms of mosquitoes every day, their needle-like proboscises piercing his body, tempering himself, a bitter ordeal.
Now, in this relaxation, after a hearty meal, he was content, his pores radiating luminescence, his mana flourishing, his spirit brimming. This was a rare leisure and indulgence.
"Oh heavens, it's really that... devil king - desolate, he's still alive!"
