The long-awaited rainstorm finally poured down.
Raindrops the size of beans hit the ground with a crackling sound under triple gravity.
The downpour grew heavier.
Chen Shouyi wrapped a piece of rag around his waist and, with the pitiful Shell Lady in tow, braved the pouring rain and returned to the battlefield once again.
Upon seeing the devastated Divine Corpse, he belatedly realized that he had truly killed a demigod relying solely on his own strength.
Not a severely injured demigod,
nor was it luck.
But with his own strength, he killed it head-on.
"Hehe!" Chen Shouyi wiped the rain from his face and let out a smug laugh.
Yet he found himself not as excited as he imagined; his heart was quite calm, merely feeling relieved. All his vigor, all his excitement had been completely vented during the battle.
This demigod was absolutely a terrifying opponent. The outcome of the fight was a toss-up, with the opponent even having a slightly higher chance of winning.
