That wind cannon grazed past the Bloodwing Saint Jiao-dragon with a huge sound. The terrifying energy swept through and sent the Bloodwing Saint Jiao-dragon flying out.
Nie Li suffered the heavy attack directly in his chest, and his limbs and part of his wings were shredded by the frightening energy. Fresh blood splattered everywhere. He flew out, impacting the ground so heavily that he instantly created a huge crater.
This Wind Cannon had left Nie Li with a heavy injury.
The difference in energy between Nie Li and Guo Huai was just too wide. The Bloodwing Saint Jiao-dragon emitted a dazzling golden light, as it regenerated its tattered limbs with a clearly visible speed. Among all the Dragon Bloodline demon beasts, the Bloodwing Saint Jiao-dragon undoubtedly has the most powerful physique and also possessed powerful regeneration abilities.
However, Guo Huai didn’t give Nie Li any time to catch his breath. His chest and abdomen expanded again and he spat out a second Wind Cannon.
The third, fourth, fifth…
He launched Wind Cannons ones after another towards the Bloodwing Saint Jiao-dragon, who kept dodging. However, Nie Li was still swept up by the Wind Cannon’s frightening energy.
*Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!*
The Wind Cannons’ powerful force continued to hit Nie Li’s body.
The Bloodwing Saint Jiao-dragon was wounded all over. With such heavy injuries, even his regenerative abilities were useless.
Indeed, the difference between Nie Li and a 9-fate expert was too wide.
After nine consecutive Wind Cannons, the Nethermoon Draconic Beast finally exhausted its strength and stood there, breathing heavily. Guo Huai looked upon the terribly wounded Bloodwing Saint Jiao-dragon, and the trace of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. So what if Nie Li’s Dragon Bloodline God Level demon spirit was a mutated one? Nie Li was still going to lose to him!
Although the Bloodwing Saint Jiao-dragon’s was powerful, it was still impossible to block the Nethermoon Draconic Beast’s Wind Cannon.
Nie Li had suffered heavy injuries and his consciousness was becoming a little fuzzy. He felt a vague sense of nostalgia, as if he’d returned to his battle with the Sage Emperor. Back then, he was already on the edge of exhaustion, and surrounded by six Deity ranked demon beasts. Yet he still forcibly endured the battle. As he fought with those six Deity ranked demon beasts, he was forced to watch the Sage Emperor erase the souls of those who were even slightly related to him.
That continued, until Nie Li had thoroughly lost the meaning to his own existence and died in unjust anguish.
His rebirth had given him another chance and had returned those people to him. Images of his parents, friends, clansmen, Ye Ziyun, Xiao Ning’er, and everyone else flashed across his mind.
He couldn’t retreat here. He couldn’t lose!