[Ding! Congratulations, Player Evan, for killing a level 9 Awakened Soul Cultivator.]
[Gained +90 EXP!]
[Gained a slight increment in your constitution stat!]
Evan heard the notification ring in his mind, and without delay, he retreated into the safety of his shadow once more.
Thud!
Just then, a thump sounded as the frostweaver's head, which Evan had sent soaring into the sky with a brutal slash, crashed onto the ground.
The noise reverberated through the clearing, immediately grabbing the attention of the frostweavers who were busy tormenting Jack.
They pivoted around to face the source of the sound, only to be confronted with the ghastly sight of their younger cousin's headless corpse lying nearby, while his severed head rolled a short distance away, its eyes staring blankly into the distance.
Blood was spurting out of the stump of the neck, staining the grass beneath it in a gory crimson slush.