Mingzhen: "The shell of the Innate Holy Body is truly useful. No matter how severe the injury, as long as there is enough Spiritual Energy, it can repair to its original state. How is it like ordinary shells that are so delicate, rotting after a few times?"
Just as Li Xing was about to wield the saber and fight again, Mingzhen raised his head, and a deep howl escaped from his mouth.
Li Xing sensed something amiss and swung her blade towards Mingzhen's neck, but it was deftly avoided.
After finishing the howl, Mingzhen shot Li Xing a sinister smile and said:
"But I don't feel like fighting right now, saving energy for the important stuff. Li Xing, if I summon Ye Qingting and the others to fight you, can you bring yourself to hurt them?"
Li Xing met Mingzhen's gaze with an impassive expression, though the turmoil in her mind was like stormy waves.
