The White Qilin stared at the flesh of his one-armed kin, cautious, unsure which body part this "tribal uncle" might explode next. Such a method of wanting to kill the enemy before severing oneself made his face twitch slightly, the danger being secondary; the key issue was the nauseating technique.
However, Qin Ming suddenly withdrew the ultimate divine skill, "One Qi Transforms Three Marks," and the three aged elders with damaged bodies swiftly retreated.
Qin Ming descended with his true body, charging toward the White Qilin.
He deeply felt that the flesh of these three Great Grandmasters wasn't very useful, far inferior to the two puppets and the Insect Emperor. The mystical essence within these three was notably impoverished, making it difficult to fully unleash many skills.
