Less than half a minute had passed since Xing Tian escaped from the Seventh Floor of Fortress No. 76.
After swallowing the pill, his aura recovered.
A breath rose in Wang Jixuan's chest. He lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of clotted blood, his spirits surging once more.
These Great Blood Qi Pills really were good stuff. Though they were produced through Demonic Path methods and had some side effects if taken too often, their overall effect was quite decent.
—What he lacked now were the materials to refine plant-spirit pills.
Peony pulled off the damaged X Armor component and saw that Wang Jixuan's wound had already closed on its own, surrounded by Blood Qi.
She frowned and asked, "Sir, how should we deal with this?"
"Leave it alone. It's not a serious injury... Bring me his severed leg."
Daoist Wang answered softly as he guided the Blood Qi around the wound, constantly searching his memories for whether he had recorded any spell like a Thousand-Mile Soul-Chasing Art in his previous life.
Damn it, he really didn't have one.
After all, their sect was not some Demonic Path Sect, so they had not collected such techniques.
Or perhaps they had collected them, and he had missed them while searching through everything.
Xing Tian had left behind a leg...
The only technique Wang Jixuan could use was a secret curse from the Miao-region gu poison arts. Yet this kind of curse required sacrificing at least several hundred lives just to severely injure Xing Tian. Given the powerful regenerative ability Xing Tian had displayed earlier, it probably could not kill him outright.
This...
Forget it.
He would settle the score with Xing Tian after breaking through to the Golden Core Realm. He would remember this ambush.
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