The Ninth Chief of the Blood Shark Bandits arrived in the south of the city, hid in a secluded corner, and silently circulated his power to heal himself.
He had no supreme healing remedy like Teaweed Incense on hand, so he could only rely on his Dao Body's innate ability to heal itself and recover slowly.
"I hunted geese all day, only to have one peck my eyes out. Running into those juniors-what rotten luck!"
He had suffered no small loss this time. Not only had he gained nothing, but Blazing Cloud had burned him as well. His mood could hardly have been worse.
Still, he was a seasoned rogue cultivator. Once he saw that Li Ling and the others still had strength in reserve, he had not stubbornly fought to the end. He had immediately retreated, avoiding any damage to his foundations.
This was the cunning of a hardened outlaw. Such men believed that as long as the green hills remained, there would always be firewood to burn. He could avenge himself later, when the opportunity arose.
Suddenly, the Ninth Chief of the Blood Shark Bandits looked back.
At some point, a puddle had appeared on the ground not far away. It reflected the moon overhead, looking mysterious and unfathomably deep.
No, that was not water...
It was blood!
The Ninth Chief of the Blood Shark Bandits suddenly caught a strange, subtle fragrance. In his momentary daze, the bloody water began twisting as though alive.
A pitch-black human silhouette slowly appeared upon the blood. It was as though someone were standing beside a puddle, casting a reflection into it.
But when the Ninth Chief of the Blood Shark Bandits looked around, he found no such person. All he saw was frost-white mist spreading around the pool of blood, as