"Come on, White, have a go while it's hot," the fat guy picked up the corpse of Japanese Onmyoji Mihoko and threw it towards Mr. Su Bai.
Mihoko's soul had been annihilated jointly by the fat guy and the monk, so her body was still intact, unlike Sofia whose head was cut off directly by Gyatso's hatchet, which always seemed a bit unsightly.
Although the curvy British lady's body was tempting, a headless curvy horse, probably wouldn't get a normal man aroused.
On Mr. Su Bai's side, Sofia's body had already shriveled up, and he wiped his mouth, an obvious sign that he relished the experience.
As fresh blood of powerful foes continuously flowed in, Mr. Su Bai's injuries were also healing; blood flowed at the sites of his wounds, followed by the growth of tender new flesh.
Apart from injuries to the soul or those with massive residual damage, Mr. Su Bai could heal himself, provided there was sufficient blood to replenish.
