The Demon Monster stirred, but its mutated limbs of flesh and blood had already been carbonized. They crumbled into countless fragments after just two steps, and its ten-foot-tall spider-like body collapsed to the ground, splashing blood everywhere.
Even so, it was not yet dead.
"Kill… kill me…"
A plea, desperate for release, came from the Demon Monster's face, where its features were still vaguely discernible.
The youth in the Jade Crown stepped forward expressionlessly and beheaded the wailing, out-of-control Demon Cultivator with a single sword strike. After sheathing his sword, he let out a long sigh and turned around, his face now bearing a smile.
"I've really troubled you, Fellow Daoist!"
As he spoke, he handed over a dark blue Token.
'Is this the Yongling Order?'
Lü Zhong reached out and took it, feeling its smooth, warm texture between his fingers.
