Leng Zhiyong sat collapsed on the ground, completely engulfed in despair. The power of the demon god was gradually fading, and his body returned to its original state—his arms vanished, the bizarre demonic face disappeared, and even his height shrank. Lěng Yè walked up to him, grabbed him by the hair, and asked coldly, "Still want to struggle?"
Leng Zhiyong's voice was weak and powerless: "It's over..."
"Over? You've resigned yourself to your fate?" Lěng Yè sneered. "You were never my match to begin with!"
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