"You're pretty good."
Di Man looked at He Ao in front of him, then glanced down at the wound on his chest.
No blood flowed from his wound, only intense clusters of yellow light dissipated from it.
Strands of faint red light clung to the wound, like sharp thorns, constantly tearing at it, preventing it from healing naturally.
Seeing this, Di Man lightly raised his hand and brushed over his chest.
Where his hand passed, the torn wound seemed to be enveloped by some invisible force, slowly vanishing, and the dispersing yellow light ceased its flow, while the tearing red light seemed to lose its target, gradually dissolving under the light.
His aura also swiftly recovered with the disappearance of the wound.
As Di Man made his move, He Ao's actions didn't stop, holding the crystal sword, leaping out like a Grim Reaper unleashed in the night, slashing towards Di Man again.
