Though he had defeated a powerful foe, his own situation was extremely unfavorable as well.
After all, a True Immortal was not someone easy to deal with. The price he had paid for this was no small thing; it would not be wrong to call it killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of his own.
From head to toe, wounds large and small covered him beyond counting.
His aura had dropped by more than half compared to before.
Yet in his eyes, savage light still shot in every direction. The Demon Dragon King's mighty name was indeed no small matter.
"Hmph. So this is all a True Immortal amounts to."
Deep, dark demonic qi surged from all over his body, and foam appeared over his wounds, large and small, rapidly repairing them.
But even if he could recover to his original state, so what?
That was nothing but surface work. How could the magic power he had consumed and the vital energy he had lost be replenished so quickly?
After looting the True Immortal's treasures, the Demon Dragon King prepared to leave.
However, just as bright light suddenly rose from his body, his brow abruptly furrowed. As if he had discovered something, he turned his head. "Who is sneaking around over there? Get out here for this king!"
"Fellow Daoist's divine sense is truly remarkable. The battle here had only just ended, and you already discovered Lin here." A light laugh entered his ears. As soon as the words fell, a speck of light appeared in the distance. It flashed a few times and arrived before him. It was none other than Lin Xuan.
"It's you!"
The Demon Dragon King narrowed his eyes, a hint of vigilance appearing on his face.
"What, you know me?" Lin Xuan was