Under the tense watch of all the Demon Suppression Envoys, a figure flew straight backward out of the smoke, crashing heavily into the ground and carving a long trench behind him.
When they saw the figure's face clearly, the Demon Suppression Envoys could not help but reveal delighted expressions.
"Great!"
The one blasted into the trench was none other than Ling Yun, drenched from head to toe in blood.
Crash!
Ling Yun slowly rose from the rubble. His right arm hung limply at his side, several bloody tears split across its muscles, while the broken bones of his arm had pierced straight through the flesh. He looked utterly miserable.
Clearly, he had been at an absolute disadvantage in their previous clash.
At that moment, a series of footsteps came from within the smoke. Qin Wei strode out slowly, his expression calm and composed.
There was not a single wound on his body. Even the slash Ling Yun had left on his neck had already healed completely.
"What's wrong? Haven't you rested enough yet?"
Qin Wei looked at Ling Yun, who stood where he was, and mocked him disdainfully.
The surrounding Demon Suppression Envoys finally put their minds at ease, secretly thinking that their captain truly was invincible.
Ling Yun did not answer. At that moment, the power of his blood and qi within his body was working at full force to repair his injuries.
But the power of blood and qi was not invincible after all. To recover completely from wounds like these would clearly take some time.
What was more, after suffering severe injuries several times before, even his abundant blood and qi was beginning to run short.
Ling Yun ignored the other man's mockery. He merely lowered his head to look at his right arm, his gaze cold