As the demonic sounds slowly disappeared, Seth's sclera returned to their usual white color, and his pupils began moving around, observing the world before him.
Rising to his feet, his gaze abruptly shot towards the location of the beast general.
There, the crater had already regenerated, and the rocky landscape of the drifting rock they were on had mostly recovered.
Nature had long devoured the beast general, utilizing it as nourishment.
With a trace of disappointment in his eyes, Seth muttered, "If not for my injured spirit, it would've been great to utilize its corpse as ingredients."
He couldn't help but shake his head, cursing Anon mentally.
The reason why he was so willing to give up sure strength to Anon, was mostly because of the magic rituals that he could forge at will, using the corpses of these beasts.
With these corpses, he could strengthen his spirit and vastly increase his magical abilities, raising his cultivation.
Anon!
It was really his fault.
