Seeing the Essence Soul emerge, Zhao Lin let out a long breath of relief. 'This Whip-Line Serpent was a tough one to kill,' he thought.
Dong Lingcheng was knocked to the ground by the aftershock of the Thunder Sound Fist. The punch itself hadn't harmed him, but the inch-deep bloody hole on his back was a shocking sight.
Zhao Lin helped him up and asked, "Senior Brother, are you alright?"
"I'm fine..."
Dong Lingcheng's face was deathly pale and his teeth were chattering slightly. He took a crimson pill from his robes and swallowed it. After meditating to regulate his breathing for a while, the color finally returned to his face.
"Thank you for saving me, Junior Brother."
Dong Lingcheng stood up, faced Zhao Lin, and bowed deeply to the ground.
"Senior Brother, there's no need for that!"
Zhao Lin tried to refuse the gesture, but Dong Lingcheng insisted on the formal bow and said earnestly, "If you hadn't intervened, Junior Brother, I wouldn't have made it."
