The stinging pain from the wound on his forehead and the fatigue in his body once again became distinct.
The injury, in truth, could have been avoided.
With his true power, it would have been impossible for the massive beast to hit him.
But with the strength he was displaying, of course, it was impossible. So he deliberately slowed by half a beat, allowing the dark red limb to collide with his Flying Sword as his body was flung back into the stone house behind him.
Amid the flying dust, the wound bled freely. It looked dangerous, but in reality, it was only a flesh wound.
Murphy once again produced a Glazed Bottle, took out the Dust of Dawn inside, and consumed a small pinch.
The potent Qi in his body began to circulate faster, guiding the pure Spiritual Qi from the Dust of Dawn to converge on the wound on his forehead.
The skin around the wound grew slightly hot, accompanied by an itching and tingling sensation—a sign that his flesh was rapidly regenerating and healing.
