However, Qin Ming didn't know that the golden thread Yu Gen Sheng transformed into was a simplified version.
This was a fatal misjudgment. The Holy Traveler did his best to dissolve it; he indeed broke some threads, but in the end, he was completely confined.
He was like an insect, pinned down by a golden needle, unable to move.
Qin Ming's body was scattered all over the place, he was indeed severely injured, his Primordial Qi greatly damaged. He sighed inwardly, lamenting how unfortunate he had been lately. In the Blood Forest, he had already exploded once, and today he burst again.
If he hadn't diligently studied the Refining Body and Merging Tao Scripture, his form would have been shattered beyond repair, leaving him no chance to reassemble.
"Hmm, recently, in the series of Supreme Blood Battles with the Saints of other Supreme Systems, some of my killer moves haven't been as effective, relying heavily on a few types I could count on."
