After a long while, the ox-headed demon gradually lost all of his strength, and his body slowly went limp, falling into the black ocean and no longer moving.
With a sound, the head of the ox-headed demon exploded, and a purple figure flew out from it. It stood a hundred meters above the demon and quietly swept its gaze below.
The hearts of Wei Tong and the others were thumping.
Was he dead?
Lin Qiye's voice suddenly rang in their heads as they thought about whether they should go over and take a look.
"Be careful. He's about to flip out."
Flip out?
Before the group could figure out what was going on, they saw the ox-headed demon that had fallen in the black ocean slowly rise.
With his head as the opening, a giant arm stretched out.
Immediately after, another arm stretched out, and the two grabbed the broken skull, then exerted force at the same time.
Bang!