"-13213!"
"-6631!"
"+4590!"
"+2313!"
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Damage reduction and Qi and Blood recovery numbers repeatedly popped up above Jiang Dali's head, making his health bar fluctuate violently. It fell, then rose and recovered, yet always remained on the critical line of ten percent Qi and Blood. The sight was alarming.
Jiang Dali only felt dizzy and heavy-headed, utterly drained of strength. The powerful physical force he usually possessed seemed to have vanished, and an unprecedented weakness swept through his entire body.
This weakness was even more intense than after his first Life-and-Death State battle against the Fire Qilin, or his first fierce battle with Xiong Ba in the Twelve Times Power state. He had overdrawn too much of his body's vital essence while in the Power-level Maha Wuliang state. Though his injuries had stabilized, his severely depleted vital essence prevented him from recovering quickly, and an overwhelming hunger washed over him.
"Hey—hey, brat, wake up! Wake up!"
Xiao Sanxiao's aged voice came from nearby in waves, gradually stirring some life into Jiang Dali's sluggish thoughts.
Before he could fully awaken from his dazed state, he suddenly felt as though something strange had been stuffed into his mouth.
Streams of warm, fishy, salty liquid began flowing into his mouth. The liquid seemed to brim with energy like tiny electric arcs, stimulating an instinctive reaction from his weakened body. With only a subconscious swallow, his body absorbed every drop of the energy-rich liquid.
At that instant, his mind suddenly became slightly hazy, filled with an inexplicable oppression and palpitations. In the depths of his consciousness, a colossal, majestic, and ferocious beast with a dragon's head and turtle's body seemed to appear. It raised its python-like neck and roared furiously at him.
"+163991!"
"+233878!"
"+87711!"
One astonishing Qi and Blood recovery number after another