Jeming coldly gazed at the two wizard corpses beneath him, gradually losing their vitality.
He felt nothing in his heart; after all, in the wizarding world, only those who survive are entitled to enjoy the spoils of victory.
With a lift of his arm, he grasped the icy ankles of the two corpses. With a slight exertion of his muscles, he ruthlessly tossed the two bodies directly into the grotesque and scarlet "Incubation Pool"!
Plop!
Two faint splashes were heard, immediately followed by a chilling "sizzling" sound.
The interior of the Incubation Pool, with its blood-like liquid, had an extraordinarily strong ability to decompose and absorb various materials.
The flesh and blood of wizards were as fragile as paper in it, and almost in the blink of an eye, the two mangled corpses were completely devoured and dissolved, disappearing without leaving a trace of bone residue.
The surface of the pool returned to calm, except for the grotesque scarlet hue, as if nothing had happened.
