Fang Chen sensed how serious the problem was. The opponent he faced was too powerful, and he could hardly guarantee he would emerge unhurt.
Although the Floating Immortal Sword could heal his injuries, losing too much blood would steadily drain his Lifespan. That was something Fang Chen could not accept.
"I can't drag this out with it!"
Fang Chen thought to himself.
Just then, the Sky-Sniffing Dog steadied itself. The wound on its chin glimmered with a bewitching blood-red light, then healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was furious. In its eyes, its Innate Divine Ability had frozen Fang Chen in place. Even someone with the Cultivation of a Nine-Tribulation Saint would remain stiff for three breaths, let alone Fang Chen. The lower a person's Cultivation, the longer the effect would last. Yet Fang Chen, a mere Four-Tribulation Saint, had recovered so quickly. Not only had the dog failed to devour the Essence Blood Fang Chen had spat out, it had been cut by him instead.
Its Cultivation was so much higher than Fang Chen's, yet it had come off worse in their exchange. The Sky-Sniffing Dog could not accept that.
Just then, Myna bird's voice rang out in Fang Chen's mind. "Fang Chen, those five old fellows seem to be setting up a formation. You'd better be careful!"
"Let them set it up. Get ready and see if you can dump another load of shit on that damned dog!"
Fang Chen spoke to Myna bird in his mind.
"Sure! When you underwent Tribulation Transcendence last time, I received the Source Power Baptism. A lot of the Seal inside me came undone, and I'm much stronger now. My shit will definitely be more powerful than before!"
Myna bird grew excited the moment he heard Fang Chen.