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"Cough, cough!"

Shen Mo could no longer suppress the turmoil boiling in his chest and coughed twice.

A gush of black, fetid blood mixed with fragments of viscera was coughed from his body, splashing onto the ground like rain;

The severed roots and seeds of grass and trees in the soil were urged by the immense spiritual energy contained within the blood, immediately growing wild and rampant. In the blink of an eye, they became as lush as an ancient forest deep in the mountains.

However, this foul blood also contained remnants of Lin Zhaozai's evil arts. The flourishing vegetation lasted only an instant before rapidly rotting into stinking sludge; it even contaminated several miles of land around it. One could foresee that for the next several decades, this place would be as barren as a land of death, unable to grow even a single blade of weed!

After coughing out the foul blood, Shen Mo felt considerably better. Yet at present, both his Dao Body and Divine Soul had suffered severe injuries, while his true essence had also been greatly depleted.

He immediately swept a hand over his Qiankun Pouch, took out several Fifth-Grade Spirit Pills, swallowed them, and circulated his cultivation technique to refine their medicinal power!

After that brutal battle, the Azure Cloud Umbrella Shen Mo held and the inner armor beneath his robes were both somewhat tattered. The Azure Cloud Umbrella was still acceptable—it had been a supreme defensive treasure to begin with and possessed the true meaning of "Cycle of Life and Death," so it could recover after future repairs. The robe armor on his body, however, had been damaged beyond all repair and had completely lost any value for restoration.

Spiritual light flickered faintly over Shen Mo's body as the ruined robe armor fell