The gust of wind was bitingly cold behind him, and Song Jian reached out to hold the Soul Heart Lamp in his hand, turning to face the Ancient Desolate Demon God.
At that moment, the Ancient Desolate Demon God appeared quite disheveled, with one of its fleshy wings gone without a trace and the other drooping down, sticking close to its body.
On the left shoulder of the Ancient Desolate Demon God, there was a wound so deep that bone could be seen, nearly crippling its entire left arm. Dark fog continuously emerged from the wound, attempting to heal it, but the surface of the wound was tainted with strands of gray aura. As soon as the black fog came into contact with it, the gray aura devoured it, rendering the wound incapable of healing.