Magma Fairy Palace.
Main Hall.
"Ah!" The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit suddenly screamed, waking up from a nightmare.
Instinctively, it reached out and touched its head.
"Still there!"
It relaxed, realizing it hadn't been destroyed.
It survived!
A being like it had no real vital points. So, being beheaded and having its limbs severed were almost the same.
The difference was in the amount.
If too much of its spiritual nature was lost, once it reached a critical limit, the remaining spiritual nature would collapse and dissipate. Unless, in the countdown to its demise, it could continue to replenish its spiritual nature from external sources.
At this moment, the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit's body had shrunk by one-third, leaving only sixty to seventy percent of its previous size.
Moreover, it emitted a bright glow, much more vibrant than before. This actually proved its weakness.
