In the wilderness not far from Zhen Yan sect, Qin ze passed by the dark green humanoid creature, and the sword of Qi flashed in the dark night.
The chests of both sides split open, their flesh separated, and warm blood gushed out like a spring.
Qin ze calmly took out two blood serums and injected them into his neck. However, the wounds on Qing Shi's clone were unable to heal themselves. The pale white sword Qi continued to burn the wounds, adding to the injuries on his spine.
For a long time, the ruler's self-healing ability had been a headache, but it was the opposite here.
Thanks to the existence of the blood medicine, everyone was able to recover as quickly as possible even though they were injured. It was not a big problem. On the other hand, Qing Shi was already riddled with wounds. Other than his chest, his abdomen, legs, and back were all riddled with deep wounds.