The whole process lasted half the time it took to drink a cup of tea, yet it felt so long it defied description.
At last, the spiritual light and flames gradually dimmed.
The wounds suffered by his dantian were no small matter, and the two sides gradually showed who was stronger and who was weaker.
The little man in green robes looked utterly wretched. Half his body had already vanished without a trace, leaving only one hand and one foot, yet no blood flowed out.
He had originally been something formed from Lin Xuan's divine sense. Now that he had suffered such grievous wounds, Lin Xuan's divine sense naturally would not be faring well either.
On the other side, the Nine-Headed Monster Bird's condition was much the same. It had originally possessed nine heads, but now only four remained. As for the others, needless to say, they had all been blown apart in that wave of battle just now.
Yet unlike Lin Xuan's severely wounded divine sense, the injuries it had suffered actually recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, it had regained its nine heads, its spirit full and its energy complete.
"This..."
Lin Xuan watched this scene helplessly, yet there was nothing he could do. The fury and resentment in his heart could be imagined; to say his eyes were splitting with rage would not be an exaggeration.
But what use was regret? Whether in the immortal cultivation world or the secular one, there was no such thing as medicine for remorse. To dwell now on how he should not have been careless and negligent back then was already useless.
Damn it!
Could it be that he truly was going to perish here?