Regeneration from a Drop of Blood!

The stone walls trembled. Ancient horrors of the Deep poured through the gap beneath the door leading from the riverbed to the lower level. Their black hair surged and writhed like tar, spreading through the cracked riverbed soil as fast as growing roots.

"Bzzzt."

Suddenly, Xia Lun leaped down. With a sharp metallic crack, he landed in the riverbed and severed the surrounding black hair with a single slash.

Foul liquid like corpse fluid sprayed out. The stench in the air grew more pungent, and a burning sensation pricked at his skin and mucous membranes like needles.

Xia Lun slowly raised his head, his sword angled down, and looked at the ancient horror crowding out of the passage.

"This thing looks just like the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Guess it's boss-fight time." He made the bad joke to ease his nerves, then kicked off the ground and charged without fear!

Crack—boom!

The next instant, a sonic boom battered his eardrums. Several writhing black tendrils snapped straight and shot toward Xia Lun like a sudden downpour!

The sound barrier shattered. Scalding white steam swept gravel against Xia Lun, and a beat later, cold swordlight cut through the vapor.

With a dull clang like metal cutting through something hard, the sacrificially empowered Short Sword smashed straight through the black tendrils.

But their overwhelming force traveled down the blade into Xia Lun. He hurriedly used Force Dissipation, and the already cracked riverbed sank beneath him, sending soil spraying upward against gravity.

Guiweite, fighting the Evil Spirits above the riverbed, saw it happen. Her eyes narrowed beneath her helmet.

Force Dissipation?! How does he know that technique too? That's not something Pilgrimage can teach!

Guiweite swept aside a group of Corpse Wraiths, still unable to believe what she had seen.

*Did Xia Lun train his