In the dense forest, Su Zhe turned into a streak of five-colored light and retreated dozens of miles before coming to a halt.
He lowered his head to look at the Five-Colored Toad in his palm. It had shrunk by a full size, and most of the brilliant colors on its skin had faded. It lay listlessly in his hand, even wriggling with difficulty, clearly badly injured.
"Bastard!!"
Su Zhe ground his teeth, veins bulging on his bald head.
The Five-Colored Toad was his bonded poison spirit, its life intertwined with his own. He had raised it for centuries, and it had only just reached the threshold of a high-tier Corrosion Beast. Whether tracking, ambushing, or even hunting for treasure, it had never failed him.
He had always cherished it, never imagining it would nearly fall at the hands of a gravely injured Erosion Martial junior.
He looked up into the depths of the forest, his gaze so venomous it seemed poison might drip from it.
He had thought his opponent was a spent arrow, easily subdued with a casual move. Instead, the man had proved ferocious beyond expectation. Rather than fleeing, he had grievously wounded the Five-Colored Poison Toad and inflicted considerable internal injuries on Su Zhe as well.
"Good... very good!"
Su Zhe drew a deep breath, suppressing his churning fury. His wariness of Lin Sheng had grown, but his greed had grown even more.
He had distinctly sensed that wisp of supremely pure flesh origin power just now, which meant his opponent had an extraordinary background. Flesh origin power of such purity was exceedingly rare in the Mogu Star Starfield.
"It seems I need to report this to the Mountain Lord."
Despite that thought, he had no intention of continuing the pursuit himself.
With the Five-Colored Toad