The power of a Spirit Saint was formidable indeed. Although Huo Hai had escaped, he had suffered serious injuries. Even the shock of the afterwaves alone had left extensive damage inside his body.
Had his inner world not been so powerful, an ordinary Spirit Venerable-even a Twelfth Heaven expert-would probably have suffered damage to their inner world by now. Fortunately, his inner world had only been shaken and would recover after a few days.
"A Spirit Saint's power really is tremendous. It's not something I can contend with now. But Azure Sky Palace, I, Huo Hai, swear I'll make you pay for this." After passing through space once more, Huo Hai spat out a mouthful of blood and silently recalled the Six-Wing Formation Butterfly. Its injuries this time were far too severe, worse even than his own.
To prevent himself from being found again, Huo Hai had summoned the already injured Six-Wing Formation Butterfly at the final moment of his escape, forcing it to tear open space so he could flee. Afterward, he had repeatedly torn through space along the way to avoid leaving a continuous trail of his aura.
By now, even Huo Hai had no idea where he had ended up. Three of the Six-Wing Formation Butterfly's wings had shattered from forcibly tearing open space. Even after it took a pill to regenerate its limbs, there was no telling how long it would need to rest.
Even the Six-Wing Formation Butterfly's inner space had developed a fine crack. Though small, its effects were considerable. Unless something unusual happened, Huo Hai probably would not be able to use the Six-Wing Formation Butterfly for the next ten years.
The five hundred Star Gu that had just protected him were also in poor shape after enduring the shock of that immense