"Cold!"
On the way back to the heaven, Ao Bai was shivering and moaning like an ordinary human being who was under the weather. Cold sweat had been oozing out of his pale-blue skin. No blood was shedding from the giant wound which nearly split his body into two — He had bled dry!
As Bixi, one of the dragon ancestor's nine sons, he had a thriving life-force, but as his blood was drained out, his great life-force failed to generate even a single drop of new blood for his body!
Through the wound on Ao Bai's back, Ji Hao's clone clearly saw his internal organs. The edges of the wound were pale, like the eyes of a dead fish. Ji Hao gently pressed a finger on the skin near the wound and found it was cold and soft like a corpse which had been soaked in a ditch for half a month.
"What the hell did Wu Bi use?" Asked Ji Hao in shock, "Even the dragon-slaying magic...is a mixture of spells and magic poisons. But the blade..."