"Damn, this freak really is something strange!" Staring at the creature whose intestines shortened and retracted themselves back into its body as the wound rapidly healed, Zhao Liben swallowed and expressed his heartfelt amazement.
If such a wound befell him, he wouldn't be dead but would need to lie in bed for half a month. Yet, this big dog took less than a minute for its injury to mostly heal. If he didn't kill it while it was weak, waiting for it to fully recover would make it a harder challenge. With this in mind, Zhao Liben gripped his broadsword tightly, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the strange beast.
"Finger Bind!" Just as Zhao Liben raised his sword high, an intense pain shot through his fingers. His long sword fell to the ground with a clatter. At some point, small sticks wrapped in inner power pierced between his fingers, squeezing tightly and causing him to break out in a cold sweat, crying out in agony.
