After severing his connection with He Jianzhu's soul, Xia Feng's consciousness became independent.
The resurrection process, which had been interrupted, resumed.
Yang energy, Spiritual Base, Spiritual Pressure clinging to the surface of the Spiritual Base, physical body...
His figure swiftly coalesced behind the Blood Throne.
Ri Nuo sensed a sudden emergence of a living being's aura behind him, and couldn't help but frown and turn back, to see the smiling face of the young man before him.
His pupils shrank imperceptibly, and in several flashes, the Blood Throne appeared much higher in the air.
With a fierce Nuom mask, Ri Nuo's gaze from beneath the mask coldly looked down at Xia Feng, "You actually didn't die?"
Clad in a black coat, standing on red glowing mist, Xia Feng looked up and spread his hands, "Obviously."
Not far away, the Light Form floating midair flinched its eyelids, and Lord Peach Blossom felt a surge of infuriating rage.
