Zhao Lin clenched his jaw, one hand gripping his iron ruler, the other pressed tightly against his wound. He gasped in pain with every step.
Blood gushed from the wound, and several of his ribs were broken. If it weren't for the inner armor he wore, the blow would have likely gone straight through him.
Hearing the SHUFFLE SHUFFLE SHUFFLE of footsteps behind him, Zhao Lin formed a spell with his hands, preparing to use the Void Trapping Skill to stop his pursuer.
But just as the magic was about to take shape, he dispelled it.
His Spiritual Power was limited; he had to be frugal with it, saving every last bit.
More importantly, the Pipa Catfish Essence Soul he had once consumed was taking effect. A white mist gathered at his wound. The bleeding quickly stopped, and the injury began to rapidly heal.
