"Hoo—"
Watching the Seven Evils fall to the ground, Lin You let out a long breath.
Although a notification had yet to sound in his mind, he could clearly sense the rapidly dissipating vitality of the Seven Evils.
Without much thought, he flashed over to the Seven Evils with Lingxi, finding him staring blankly at the sky with hollow eyes.
There was hardly an intact spot on his body.
"I lost."
The Seven Evils opened his mouth, strenuously uttering a few words.
Perhaps it was the approach of death, but his voice lacked the arrogance and vitality it once held.
"You lost."
Lin You responded plainly, as if replying to his words.
The Seven Evils heard this, smiled self-deprecatingly, and his eyes grew vacant.
He reached out, seemingly trying to grasp something, but after a struggle, failed and his hand fell heavily.
A gentle breeze passed, and a notification echoed in Lin You's mind.
[Defeated a Tier Ten Lord from an Alternate Plane, gained 54 billion Magic Energy.]
