The battle had ended.
The health bar and Soul Power above Wu Xiaode's head had vanished completely.
With a sense of something amiss, he unexpectedly glanced toward the ground.
He saw Davel's corpse lying there, with a spot faintly emanating light.
Wu Xiaode's eyes focused sharply.
A line of ice crystal text suddenly appeared before his eyes:
"High-level Healing Skill, Instant Scroll, can be released with a touch of Soul Power."
So close!
Davel had been about to heal its own wounds.
However, perhaps out of arrogance, or perhaps never having considered the possibility, it ultimately decided to engage in one last exchange of blows with him.
—It had immense confidence in its Sword Skill.
After all, every technique known to all beings had been defeated by it.
Unfortunately for it, it had met him.
Knowing he couldn't match it in strength, Wu Xiaode had opted to fight desperately.
This was the turning point of the entire battle.
