With a flash of firelight, Qingyu's figure already floated far away, and the monster let out a terrifying howl as black dust billowed from its body.
It was dissipating; the framework of the dark soul had been destroyed, and the black fog was undergoing quantization. In other words, it was already dead, but a massive amount of black fog emanated from its body, forcibly sustaining its existence.
However, such existence cannot last long, and there is no need to forcibly endure it. Temporarily avoiding its edge is the most correct choice.
Yet, if this continues, the surrounding corpses will be severely polluted, and perhaps more such monsters will appear.
Qingyu slightly furrowed his brow in concern, and at that moment, the monster suddenly stopped going berserk.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Rod was behind it, his right hand already plunged into its body, tearing apart the dark soul that had just formed.
