Ye Xiwen was given almost no chance to catch his breath.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Dozens of Thunder Dragons slammed viciously into the Eight Treasures Qiankun Cauldron. It was practically equivalent to dozens of top experts striking the cauldron at the same instant. The laws hanging down from the cauldron shattered completely in a moment, and the cauldron itself was blasted away.
This was unprecedented. The Eight Treasures Qiankun Cauldron was under Ye Xiwen's control, and he possessed the complete refinement method for it. As time passed, he had gained increasingly greater control over it. It could easily withstand even the power of Celestial Realm experts, yet it had now been blasted straight off Ye Xiwen's body. This showed just how terrifyingly powerful those Thunder Dragons were.
Still, although the Eight Treasures Qiankun Cauldron had been knocked away, it bought Ye Xiwen some time. For others, that span might have been far too brief, but for Ye Xiwen, it was enough to heal seventy or eighty percent of his injuries.
He rose to his feet once more. Blood still stained his body, but his injuries had mostly healed. Pink new flesh had grown over the places where his skin had split and his flesh had torn. Though it could not yet compare to the muscles elsewhere on his body, recovering to such a degree in so little time was already horrifying enough. The Phoenix Rebirth Art was truly terrifying.
The Asura City Lord and the others in the distance were left utterly dumbfounded. They had originally been secretly delighted, thinking it was finally over and that Ye Xiwen would soon be struck dead by the heavens. The target they had painstakingly plotted against was about to perish in such a manner.
Yet they had never expected Ye Xiwen to recover seventy