Battle to the Death (3)

This flicker of joy did not linger in Tan Yin's heart for long. Very soon, he fell into an even more thorny predicament.

There seemed to be some strange yet dangerous connection between the Beast Core fluid and the Three-Heavens Flower. Catalyzed by the Beast Core fluid, the Three-Heavens Flower, whose medicinal power had finally been exhausted, now rose from the ashes, its violent force once more rampaging through his body.

Tan Yin felt as though his reason were a tiny boat, swaying on a raging sea, ready to be swallowed at any moment.

There was no time to keep lying here. Unwilling to let this force drag him into the abyss, Tan Yin could only seize the moment while his consciousness could still command his limbs, take the key, and search for Wang Rong, whose fate remained unknown.

The backlash of medicinal power triggered by the fluid that spilled from the shattered Beast Core was not entirely a bad thing.

This force was like a powerful shot of adrenaline injected into his body, which was on the verge of collapse. Not only did it let him find life again in a hopeless situation, it also brought a brief increase in strength. Even his recovery ability had become as formidable as that of a demonic beast.

Tan Yin clenched his teeth, the muscles in his face twitching faintly from pain. Both hands gripped the beast tail deeply embedded in his body, and he yanked hard.

In an instant, amid piercing agony that gnawed to the bone, he forcibly pulled out the beast tail. Blood gushed forth.

Astonishingly, the blood rapidly congealed after flowing out. The horrifying bloody hole healed at a visible speed in the blink of an eye, leaving only a faint scar behind, still telling of the brutal