After a long time, the severed head of Kou Hong, which had fallen to the ground with wide-open eyes, unyielding even in death,
was scattered by the wind like grains of sand.
Only a single tree branch, shaped like a dragon, between his eyebrows remained.
Li Fan's figure quietly emerged.
With a casual wave, the dragon-shaped tree branch flew into his palm.
Faintly audible were endless roars of resentment emanating from the tree branch.
Li Fan furrowed his brows and waited, observing Hai Zhen's reaction.
Moments later, he sighed slightly: "It doesn't have as strong a devouring appetite after all."
"It seems I still underestimated its complexity."
"Nonetheless, this crystallization of Eternal Memento isn't without its uses."
Thinking thus, Li Fan forcefully fed it to Hai Zhen.
The dragon-shaped tree branch in his hand slowly disappeared.
Simultaneously, Li Fan's spirit consciousness was suddenly flooded with blurry images flickering rapidly.
"This is..."
