Zhao Qing Ying's wounds healed and the bones in his fractured hand grew back.
He slashed with his finger pointed like a sword, sending out a slicing wave at Li Hai.
Thud.
Li Hai didn't dodge, and he lunged toward Zhao Qing Ying, ignoring the slicing wave cutting at his neck.
The slicing wave could only get through Li Hai's skin, and it hit the walls of the cave.
Boom.
Rocks from the walls of the cave came tumbling down.
When Li Hai appeared in front of Zhao Qing Ying, the slit on his throat had slowly closed.
Leaving barely any marks behind.
The regenerative powers of Li Hai were too powerful.
Zhao Qing Ying knew he had to do something different.
But before he could do anything, tentacles shot at him from Li Hai's back.
Zhao Qing Ying ignored the tentacles and held his fingers up in the air.
A gust of strong wind started swirling around Zhao Qing Ying.
The tentacles were sliced into pieces when they got to the wind wall that was now swirling faster and faster.
