บท 1301: Your Turn

When Dyon turned his senses to the bull-bird, he suddenly felt bad. The leg the bull-bird had used to kick him into the tree back then snapped in two. In fact, the bone still protruded out of what could be considered the heel of that leg. Even worse, it seemed to be infected by some gross, overflowing green-beige puss.

'No wonder her babies are so hungry, she can't hunt with one of her two legs in that state…'

One had to remember that Dyon's body weighed one billion jin back then. Although the bull-bird was powerful and had excellent body refinement cultivation, it wasn't to the point of competing with Dyon's constitution. Although it was strong enough to kick him away with such force, it wasn't strong enough to come away unscathed. It was only now Dyon grasped the overbearing nature of his constitution.

Dyon sighed. 'This is technically my fault, I can't leave it like this. Although her babies are almost as ugly as her, they're still babies.'