Looking at the Sword Spirit hovering above Shi Chun, Sea King Modu thought to himself.
‘If this Sword Spirit hadn’t weakened all of a sudden the blood essence projection for this clone could have been destroyed. The power I accumulated from absorbing the Leviathan Race’s bloodline would have directly lost nearly half its power. Forget about reaching the Heavenly Palace Realm, even if I absorb those nutrients that left and that child’s pure Leviathan bloodline, I might barely be able to recover to my original strength. And worst of all I might have lost this clone. My original body is still recovering from fighting the previous Sea King, so losing this clone would cut off my connection to the outside world. That’s why I gave this clone some of the blood essence power to begin with for protection.’
As Sea King Modu thought about how close his plans were to being foiled by Shi Chun, he could barely contain his anger.