"Cough, cough!"
The Hai Pig incarnation, having unleashed all its strength, ultimately felt weakened. After all, it was not Li Qingming's own physical body. With the Primordial Spirit of Li Qingming taking residence and overexerting the vital energy, the Hai Pig incarnation, which was already less powerful than a Saint, showed signs of exhaustion.
Now as the vital energy gushed out through the Nail Rake, the turbulent blood that surged within could no longer be contained, spraying out from its mouth.
Wiping the spilt blood from the corner of his mouth, Li Qingming grinned at Mile and the others in the distance, then lifted his foot and stepped towards the direction where the Guide had vanished.
