"Damn it!" Xin Ping had never imagined he could be this unlucky. Before his Nascent Soul could return to his fleshly body, it opened its mouth again and spat out a streak of bloody radiance. The three-colored treasure shone even more brilliantly, and its flying speed abruptly increased by more than forty percent.
Unfortunately, Xin Ping had flown only a few miles when the blood-mist tentacle caught up. A powerful suction force fell upon his fleshly body, preventing his escape!
"Kill..." Xin Ping's Nascent Soul roared, sweeping one tiny hand backward. "Whoosh..." A three-colored pillar of light transformed into a giant hand and grabbed at the bloody hand!
"Wuu..." The giant hand swept across the sky and struck the bloody tentacle. A faint whistling wind sounded, yet the Nascent Soul hand had actually missed. The bloody tentacle was like nothingness! Seeing that the Nascent Soul hand had accomplished nothing, Xin Ping's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to activate other divine abilities, "Whoosh..." a phantom suddenly emerged from the bloody tentacle, which had still been some distance away. In an instant, it caught up behind Xin Ping. Xin Ping's Nascent Soul suddenly felt his fleshly body become incomparably heavy, nearly unable to carry it in flight!
"W-what is this?" Xin Ping was horrified. Light flickered in his Nascent Soul's eyes as it looked at the fleshly body. On the arm that had previously slain the Moth Beast, several faint drops of blood had now turned into wriggling maggots, swiftly crawling toward the location of the fleshly body's heart meridian. Those few drops of blood weighed as heavily as a thousand jun, crushing the breath from the Nascent Soul.
"Damn it..." Xin Ping had already lost count of how many times he had cursed. He understood perfectly well that