One year later, on a certain day.
Atop a mountain slope black as ink.
Liu Ming stared at the demon-transformed Lan Xi not far away, with one arm severed and blood streaming profusely.
He too looked pale, a clear sign that his magic power was greatly depleted, with a fist-sized bloody hole on one side of his abdomen, yet the surface flickered with specks of green light, preventing any blood from flowing out.
Just a few breaths before, Liu Ming had used himself as bait to lure Lan Xi, who was trailing behind him, into an attack.
However, he had taken a risky move by utilizing the defensive power of the red scales and a secret bone-shrinking technique. The moment Lan Xi's hand penetrated his abdomen, he forcefully twisted away from vital points and sliced off the pursuing hand with his spiritual sword in a swift blow.