Even with Xiao Yan's reserves, the recent expenditure had been considerable. He could not recover to his peak in such a short time, and his seemingly powerful palm strike was easily neutralized by the black radiance emanating from Wu Huan's body.
"Fall back! This demonic qi isn't something you can handle right now. One misstep could bring serious trouble," the Golden Dragon King suddenly warned.
Hearing this, Xiao Yan swiftly put some distance between himself and Wu Huan.
A trace of a smile appeared on Wu Huan's savage face. The black Dou Qi slowly repaired his dying body, restoring some of the Dou Qi within him. He immediately lowered his head and stared at Xiao Yan. Clearly, he had underestimated Xiao Yan's strength this time. Fortunately, he possessed the power of the Blood Curse; otherwise, he would truly have faced grave danger!
"Return!" Seeing the massive black radiance repair his body, Wu Huan shouted. The black Dou Qi then slowly retreated into his forehead.
After doing all this, Wu Huan carefully recalled their battle. After fighting for so long, he had fallen into a disadvantage and had nearly perished here. The thought of retreat arose in his heart. The reason he had dared to fight Xiao Yan in the first place was partly because Xiao Yan was wanted by "that faction," and partly because he possessed the three-colored Blood Curse and had confidence in himself. With Wu Huan's vindictive nature, he naturally could not resist kicking a man when he was down. Yet he had never expected that the present Xiao Yan would be completely different from the one he had seen during the previous attack. Those endless methods alone made his heart tremble.
*It seems I can only retreat for now. The fortune within this ruin must have already