Zhao Zuo stood up and rubbed his sore right wrist. He plunged the Black Flame Saber into the ground, his gaze fixed on the Dark Night Wolf's still-twitching corpse, not daring to let his guard down for a second.
Even though its brain had been instantly destroyed, it didn't die immediately. Its sapphire-blue eyes gradually dimmed, and it stopped trying to struggle... Instead, it let out a low, pained roar. In that sound, Zhao Zuo could somehow hear a hint of sorrow.
Shen Yunjiao charged her sword and slit its throat. A torrent of hot blood gushed from the wound. The beast's eyes went completely dim, and its breathing grew weaker and weaker.
The next second, Zhao Zuo swung his saber and severed its head.
