The Nine-Headed Insect wore a sullen expression as he sat in silence for moments, then resumed his seated position with legs crossed.
Although his external injuries appeared to have healed, his meridians had taken a heavy blow when he intruded into the West Sea Dragon Palace, and his vital essence had also suffered severe depletion. All of this required a long period of quiet recuperation to heal completely; otherwise, many hidden problems would remain.
"Little White Dragon, once my injuries have fully recovered, I will challenge you to another battle! We shall see who amongst us truly holds the upper hand," murmured the Nine-Headed Insect to himself before closing his eyes and beginning to absorb the blood mist from within the Blood Pool.
Half a day later, a swarm of Demon Race members burst forth from the Palace of the Nine-Headed Insect, scattering in all directions.
