Galaxy City, the Holy Son's residence.
Fang Mo sat cross-legged in the dojo, his blood and vital energy surging like dragons as golden light flowed around him. After a night, the injuries he had suffered in his head-on clash with the Abyss-Devouring Ancient Beast had healed completely.
He slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.
"Master's physical recovery is truly monstrous. He actually recovered this quickly!"
White Phoenix sat cross-legged in a corner of the dojo, her face still somewhat pale. Devouring Abyss had knocked her back into human form with a single strike, leaving her far more badly injured than Fang Mo. She had recovered only thirty percent so far. Sensing that Fang Mo's aura had returned to full strength, her eyes filled with shock.
Fang Mo paid no attention to what White Phoenix was thinking. With a thought, he sent the Chaos Bell flying out of his body to hover before him. Its spiritual radiance had dimmed, and several faint hairline cracks marked its surface. Taking Devouring Abyss's strike head-on had damaged it after all.
"What a powerful attack. It even damaged the Chaos Bell. I really took a heavy loss this time!"
He gently stroked the bell, his gaze turning grave as he recalled the Eight-Clawed Monster's strike.
Since seizing the Chaos Bell, he had taken it through several major battles, each involving intense clashes. This time, it had finally failed to withstand the strain and suffered damage. It would probably be difficult to restore it anytime soon.
I was too overconfident!
Fang Mo's heart grew heavy. It seemed he needed to raise his cultivation to Void Insight as soon as possible. Only then could his strength rise another step in a short time.
With a thought, he drew the Chaos Bell into