As Fang Jie continued his relentless assault, the Two-headed Snake's strength waned, struggling to hold on.
However, Fang Jie noticed that the creature's consciousness was growing increasingly faint, gradually descending into chaos. Initially, there was some semblance of strategy in its battle, but as time went on, the fight became more and more disordered.
By now, it was attacking wildly, not even caring about its own injuries.
The creature then began to roar incessantly, the sounds devoid of any meaning.
Had there been any clear intent, Fang Jie would have understood, but the roars were mixed with strange fragments of meaning, mostly incomprehensible and meaningless.
"This thing's composition is indeed very peculiar."
Fang Jie furrowed his brow, realizing that the creature was already dead, its True Spirit absorbed into the God's Grave.
