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A piercing roar echoed through the air, as if the technique used was inflicting pain upon its wielder. The limbs of the Crocodile Spirit trembled, as if it were enduring the agony of having its bones stripped away...
"What the hell... injuring oneself before harming the enemy? Is this the Seven Injuries Fist?"
He recalled his father, Qian Xuan, warning him to be especially cautious of self-harming techniques during battles. Those who employed such methods were all madmen! Being ruthless to oneself only meant being even more ruthless to the enemy! It was said that this lesson had cost his father three ribs. Later, his mother revealed that he had actually wanted to show off in front of a girl and had deliberately let his guard down...
Qian Mo wasn't foolish enough to stand by and do nothing while witnessing such a spectacle. Layer upon layer of defensive runes rapidly formed under the overwhelming power bestowed by the Otherworldly Ink Pen! Taking a deep breath and glancing at the dozens of protective layers surrounding him, Qian Mo felt quite secure!
This was why one should never set up a false sense of security!
Those who promised their fiancées they would return to marry after finishing a battle often became the first casualties. Those who assured their families they were fine frequently ended up in intensive care.
And now, feeling secure, Qian Mo's confidence wavered as he saw countless blood spears shooting towards him from the enraged Crocodile Spirit. Without hesitation, he commanded the Soul Blood Light Sphere to turn and flee!
"I swear, I will never set up a false sense of security again! If I do... I'll part my hair in the middle and learn to play basketball!"
It turned out that fleeing was indeed the right choice... When Qian Mo glanced back, he saw that those dozen layers of defensive runes crumbled like paper, barely blocking a third of the blood spears before being completely torn apart. The remaining two-thirds surged forward like cruise missiles, homing in on the Soul Blood Light Sphere.
"Oh... crap!"
Cursing under his breath, Qian Mo had no choice but to quicken his pace, fearing he would be skewered by the thousands of spears behind him...
When would Black Sun make a move? He had already administered "laxatives"—no, he had infused it with a massive amount of his own power! Logically, it should have disrupted the flow of the river chains by now! Why was there still no response?
Fortunately, while the Crocodile Spirit possessed intelligence, its reasoning was lacking. It didn’t understand how to maneuver its projectiles; instead, it simply sent all the blood spears charging straight at Qian Mo’s rear without encircling the Soul Blood Light Sphere. Moreover, its recent powerful attack had left it somewhat drained, so for now, it could only roar in place as a form of encouragement...
Because of this, Qian Mo still had some residual power left to hold on for a while longer.
But even so...
"Even so, I will eventually be caught! I mean, you useless thing—bound by others for over ten thousand years and now that you finally have a chance to fight back, you act like a quail? Aren't you supposed to be a Qilin? Are you just some licking beast?!"
Feeling the diminishing power surrounding the Soul Blood Light Sphere, Qian Mo's heart raced with anxiety. If he lost that power boost facing the Crocodile Spirit, he wouldn’t even be able to escape with his mind intact... At that point, under the pull of fate, not only would he face failure but also suffer severe injuries to his essence and soul!
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