Within his dantian, mana surged, finally halting his backward flight in midair.
Only a breath after being injured, the vitality within his body surged rapidly, and the damaged skin began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
New skin gradually grew, replacing the charred parts.
However, Xu Ping at this moment had no time to care about his own recovery.
His gaze was like a torch, fixed intently on the third-rank middle-grade demon beast not far away.
He now truly understood the vast gap, like a chasm, between a third-rank middle-grade demon beast and a third-rank lower-grade demon beast.
A third-rank lower-grade demon beast, even without a talisman array, he should be able to contend with it.
But this third-rank middle-grade demon beast in front of him, with just a casual strike, nearly claimed his life—its terrifying strength far exceeded his imagination.
