"Roar..."
In the end, the "Rotting Swamp Dragon Crocodile" let out a low mourning cry, its massive body utterly collapsing into the swamp, no longer moving.
Its eyes gradually lost their luster, and its breath completely dissipated.
"Finally resolved!"
The Golden Core Cultivator let out a long breath, a trace of relaxation appearing on his face.
"Friend, according to our agreement, the demon core and poison sac are yours, and the rest of the materials are mine, how about it?"
Li Yunjing spoke calmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
"Naturally, friend indeed keeps your word."
The Golden Core Cultivator's eyes flashed with coldness upon hearing this but quickly smiled.
After he finished speaking, he walked toward the "Rotting Swamp Dragon Crocodile's" corpse, preparing to extract the demon core and poison sac.
