The Terrifyingly Powerful Fish Demon

Li Chengjie sped through the air, fresh blood gushing from the wound on his left shoulder and staining half of his blue robe red.

He gritted his teeth. The Cyan-Purple Radiance of his Blazing Heaven Wings flickered, but his escape speed was far slower than before.

The Golden Dragon Fish pursued relentlessly behind him, the Golden Long Spear suspended before it, the spear tip blazing with golden light.

Its speed did not slow in the slightest, and the distance between it and Li Chengjie shrank bit by bit.

Li Chengjie glanced back, and his heart sank.

He knew full well the strength the Golden Dragon Fish had displayed.

Even if he were at his peak, he would have no chance of winning at all.

No, not no chance of winning—he would have no power to resist at all. He had no top-tier defensive spiritual treasure. If he stopped, perhaps after only a few spells, he would lose his life.

The Golden Dragon Fish had pierced his left shoulder with one thrust.

That spear strike—under his Spiritual Sense Perception five times stronger than others of the same level—he still had not been able to dodge it.

If not for his powerful spiritual sense, he feared that spear would not have pierced his shoulder, but his heart.

Li Chengjie had no time to think further, nor could he care about his injury. His spiritual sense probed into his Storage Bag, took out a Jade Bottle, pulled out the Bottle Stopper, tipped his head back, and poured down a drop of Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk.

The spirit milk entered his belly, and a cool sensation instantly spread through his entire body.

Spiritual energy surged out of his dantian like spring water, and his dried-up meridians filled again.

The wound on his left