"Heh, not dead?"
The lingering white figure observed Nie Biao's fragmented body as he struggled to free himself from the vicious dragon head's attack.
Given his miserable state, he must have suffered severe injuries. And the critical thing was, that suit of golden armor on him was gone.
"As expected of a Blood-Stained Peak expert, a quasi-great power with nine lives. Hard to kill, indeed very hard to kill."
Leaning against a wall, Qi Xiu folded his arms. Within his Spinal Palace, an Immortal Blood Body was quickly regenerating under the influence of the Divine Marvel's powers.
Using Nie Biao as bait, he had temporarily shaken off the pursuit of the vicious dragon head.
Qi Xiu dispersed numerous little white figures to explore the surroundings, while he himself arrived at a corner where several passages met, intending to rapidly restore his damaged Immortal Blood Body.
