"Uuugh..."
At this moment, the thing beneath Fang Yu's feet emitted a weak sound.
It was the Golden Feathered Demon whose head had been blasted open halfway, already nearing death.
The situation was urgent, and Fang Yu had instinctively used more force than intended.
Thankfully, Ding Hui hadn't insisted on capturing it alive, or handling it now would've been troublesome.
Fang Yu, while keeping an eye on the hostile old man ahead, crouched down, and under the watchful gaze of the other, slowly reached out to stroke the remaining half of the bird beak of the Golden Feathered Demon.
As the Golden Feathered Demon wearily looked up at Fang Yu with its dim eyes...
Buzz!!
A sudden sword stroke severed its final vitality.
-5419!
Spurt!!!
Blood sprayed out dozens of meters into the air, raining forward like water, and the decapitated bird head rolled to the ground.
