章節 677: Crisis?

Shi Lang stood amidst the piles of corpses of Demon Beast Kings. He was panting, and his forehead was trickling down with cold sweat. The song of death played by Fairy Moon Jade had ended, and the terran had achieved his goal. He slayed thirteen demon-beast kings that could turn the tables against their forces. 

However, even at the cost of his spiritual energy, it was not yet the end. Shi Lang sensed impending doom and held himself together with whatever spiritual energy he had left inside him. He saw that the demon beasts did not approach him despite being mad from the overflow of the demonic energy inside them. The fear of death made them avoid him. 

Shi Lang took out a few spirit-replenishing pills from his space ring and placed them in his mouth. The effect of the pills was instant, but the quantity that he needed to keep on fighting could not be regained with just these. He took a deep breath and said, "Your Excellency, the crisis is inevitable."