The black-robed creature struggled fiercely and fought with all his might, but in the end, his blood still splattered across the starry skies. He had no choice but to ‘cut off his tail to survive’once more, sacrificing half of his forearm to escape.
At this point, not only was the lower half of his body gone, even his two palms were gone. How was he supposed to fight? !
Although he could be reborn with a drop of blood and rebuild his body, he could no longer recover the Great Dao essence and soul light he had lost.
At his level, every drop of blood was extremely precious. Every ball of soul fire was exceptionally brilliant and precious. He could not afford to lose it.
Usually, the Dao ancestors were reserved. Not only did they have a temperament, but they also had all sorts of essences hidden in their flesh and souls.
What he had lost now were all his core reserves. If he continued to boast, tragedy was bound to happen.
