The result was easy to imagine.
If Void Devil Lord had been in perfect condition, it would have been hard to say who would win or lose against Nailong, but in his current state, there was no suspense at all.
Not only did he fail to vent his anger, he instead took a savage beating from Nailong True Person.
His nose was bruised and his face swollen.
It would not be an exaggeration to call him covered in wounds.
Amid the pain racking his entire body, Void Devil Lord came to his senses.
A moment of hot-blooded courage could not solve the problem.
In his current state, facing off against Nailong was nothing but inviting humiliation.
Forget taking revenge and venting his anger—one careless move, and he might even leave his little life here.
That was naturally not a situation he wanted to see.
As the saying went, for a gentleman to take revenge, ten years was not too late.
Only by enduring this breath of anger for now could he keep the hope of turning the tables in his own hands.
So he calmed down and no longer clashed head-on with Nailong. Instead, he used a secret art, preparing to grease the soles of his shoes and flee far away from this place.
With Nailong True Person's intelligence, he had naturally anticipated this situation long ago, but there was nothing he could do. Just like earlier, when he had launched a sneak attack and the other party could only stamp his feet in anger, the principle now was the same.
Granted, Void Devil Lord was already gravely wounded, but once one's strength reached his level, life-preserving secret arts were incomparably mysterious. If he was single-mindedly set on escaping, an existence of the same rank simply could not stop him.