In a secret underground cavern, Han Debiao sat cross-legged on the ground, his body drenched in blood. A bloody hole gaped in his left shoulder, blood flowing without stop, while several horrifying bloody gashes marred his right arm, exposing glimpses of white bone.
A scorched smell wafted from his body, and his aura was feeble.
The Great Strength Golden-Backed Ape stood at the cave entrance, standing guard for Han Debiao.
To escape, Han Debiao had detonated the Golden Qilin Spirit-Extinguishing Spear, temporarily holding back the Fire-Departing Toad. While fleeing, he encountered other fifth-rank demon beasts and triggered a lightning-element restriction. Fortunately, he had survived, though he was badly wounded.
As for Wang Wei and Li Yang, Han Debiao had not encountered them. They had likely left long ago.
Come to think of it, if Song Yan had helped delay them for a while, Han Debiao would not have suffered such severe injuries.
Outsiders were outsiders, after all. They could not compare to one's own kin.
Han Debiao took out a golden porcelain bottle, poured out a Five-Colored Essence Transformation Pill, and swallowed it.
The medicinal pill melted upon entering his mouth, and Han Debiao hurriedly circulated his cultivation art to refine its power.
After a while, a wave of itchiness came from his wounds.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Han Debiao opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of foul air. To recover completely, he needed to rest and recuperate for a period measured in years.
With a light flick of his wrist, a sweep of black radiance passed by, leaving a pile of jade slips, a miniature pavilion, and two black gauntlets on the ground.
Each black gauntlet bore the image of a miniature black flood dragon, lifelike and vivid, emitting frightening spiritual energy