Thank You, Fellow Daoist

Slam!

Blood splattered with a stench. The heavy grip on his hand loosened, and he finally chose to give up on the other side of the river.

"Impressive."

Jiang Li praised the other party. Just by looking at the rat demon's twisted expression, one could imagine how painful this was.

This was not just a tail. It was obvious that the other party had spent a lot of effort to train this tail. External artifacts were easily changed, but these body specialties were all accumulated over a hundred years of time and effort.

The rat demon was sufficiently decisive. When it discovered that something was amiss, it could even abandon the rat tail that it had cultivated for a thousand years.

If it was Jiang Li himself, he might not be able to make up his mind so easily.

The rat tail broke, and he felt that the tail that was tied to his body was quickly losing its vitality. Clearly, it could not be reattached just like that.