The three-headed demon flood dragon that had been circling below the black-robed youth was now nowhere to be seen in the air above Mount Chitang.
It was unclear whether it had perished in the self-detonation or was taken away by the black-robed youth using some secret technique.
"Hmph, to think that a mere joined-bodies cultivator could escape unscathed from the self-detonation. It seems I have underestimated you somewhat. However, everyone else here has already lost their lives, and you will be no exception. I will personally take your life." The black-robed youth glanced sideways, casting a cold look after briefly checking his recovering wounds, and said to Han Li.
"If I'm not mistaken, you consumed much more Qi than I did to protect yourself earlier, and with your body recovering, the demonic Qi within you is likely less than a third of what it was before," Han Li replied calmly, his eyes slightly narrowed.
