Looking into those unwilling eyes, Wu Er didn't know what to feel.
I've given him so much time, so why does this deer demon still feel uneasy?
The moment the question crossed his mind, Wu Er knew the answer.
Tsk... I'm afraid no one is willing to die when they're about to die, right?
After pondering a useless question, Wu Er looked at the corpse on the ground again.
As luck would have it, the ground shook a few times during the fight, which moved the broken antlers.
The broken antler was right next to the deer demon's corpse.
Does it break off here, only to roll back here again?
Wu Er stared at the broken horn, which resembled a withered bone, and then at the deer demon's corpse, which would eventually turn into nothingness...
"They deserve to belong."
After saying this, Wu Er took a few steps and came to a place where the vegetation was relatively abundant.
Then he swung his sword a few more times, and the sword light hit the ground, sending mud and rocks flying.
Once the splashed mud and rocks settled, a deep pit appeared in front of Wu Er.
These deep pits are generally best used for burying things.
Wu Er reached out again and used his magic to remotely retrieve the deer demon's corpse, then carefully placed it in the pit.
Oh, and the broken antler was also put into the pit.
Now that he's been buried, he should at least have a complete body.
After finishing all that, Wu Er felt a slight pain in his right arm.
It turned out that the wound inflicted by the deer demon had reopened because the digging of the pit had been done with some force.
Although this minor injury was insignificant to a cultivator like Wu Er, it still resulted in some bleeding.
Blood stained the Sword of No Return once again.
Upon seeing this, Wu Er frowned.
Although the Sword of No Return has drunk the blood of countless demons and evil spirits, if you were to ask what kind of blood it is most stained with, it would probably be Wu Er's blood.
That day, the entire city gave their lives in blood.
A pain I can never forget...
Shaking his head, Wu Er didn't want to recall these things anymore.
He didn't rush to fill in the hole he dug, which was more accurately described as the deer demon's grave.
Because it's always better for the demons of the Pain Clan to be buried together.
Immediately, Wu Er turned his attention to the few dazed little demons.
It's time to send them on their way. Living like this must be an immense suffering for them.
Just like before, the deer demon risked its life to save them, but these little demons didn't react at all.
It must be said that this is a great tragedy.
Upon reaching the few little demons, Wu Er apologized again.
I'm sorry...
With an apology, the sword was raised again.
It seems that this time, no one will stop it.
Half of the sword gleamed with a cold light, while the other half remained unseen.
Why is this?
Because the other half was stained with Wu Er's blood, this blood blocked all the brilliance.
Perhaps because the sword was raised, the blood on it slowly trickled down.
Blood was scraped onto the sword, and then slowly congealed into a single drop.
The drop of blood then detached from the sword and fell downwards.
As luck would have it, this drop of blood landed right on the little demon under Wu Er's sword.
Wu Er held his breath and closed his eyes.
He was about to bring the sword down.
But just as the sword was about to fall, a cry rang out.
This caused Wu Er's newly made decision to collapse once again.
Crying? Why would I cry?
Wu Er opened his eyes and saw the little demon.
The little demon, who had been dazed just moments before, finally spoke, tears streaming down her face.
This greatly surprised Wu Er, who could hardly believe what he was seeing.
Not only did the little demon regain its emotions, but the red markings on its body also faded quickly, disappearing completely in no time.
"Is this... all better?"
Wu Er put down his sword, his mouth slightly open, his eyes full of surprise.
This illness can actually be cured!
The disease that had plagued the entire Eastern Wilderness could actually be cured!
Upon seeing the scene before him, Wu Er was overjoyed.
So, the Eastern Wilderness is saved.
In contrast, the other lesser demons still looked dazed and confused, and the red spots on their bodies had not yet faded.
Why did this little demon recover, but the others didn't?
A question lingered in Wu Er's mind.
Yes, what was the reason that the little demon recovered?
Why did this little demon get better when none of the other little demons did?
Now that we know this disease can be cured, we naturally need to know how to cure it, so that we can save the other demons.
Wu Er ignored the crying little demon and instead circled around him a few times.
With a pair of eyes, she looked up and down, taking in every detail.
But nothing unusual was found.
"Tsk... This little demon is no different from the other little demons, so how come it's so strangely good?"
Wu Er discovered that this little demon itself was nothing special.
It was unremarkable, exactly like the other infected little demons around it.
It seems it's not the little demon's fault, so it must be due to external factors.
But what are these external factors?
During this short period of time, these little demons all experienced roughly the same things.
After thinking it over and over, Wu Er still couldn't figure it out.
Stopping to observe, Wu Er stood still and fell into deep thought.
Memories, memories.
Recall every single detail from before.
Bringing them here, to fight, to kill the deer demon, to raise their swords to strike...
Thinking of this, Wu Er's eyes lit up.
He slowly raised the sword, staring at it, noticing the blood that hadn't yet dried.
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