"Puh~~"
Just like a rotten watermelon, the head of the Furious Demon in front of Wen Yu, incredibly strong in physique, instantly exploded, with red, white, and black bursting out, turning the scene in front of Wen Yu into a kaleidoscope of colors.
The force hadn't dissipated yet, Wajil's headless corpse traced an arc and flew far away, collapsing at the feet of a humanoid creature in black armor in the distance.
The robust body instinctively seemed unable to believe its violent death, the shattered body continued to tremble uncontrollably, viscous black blood akin to grease slowly flowed out of the wound, and its strong corrosive power made the ground hiss as it burned, releasing a thick stench.
Wen Yu twitched his nose, shook his head in disgust, and finally had the time to assess the situation of the entire space.
This space was exceptionally vast, but with few obstacles or debris, the dusty ground was solid and compact, the sky a dull gray, giving a surreal feeling.
