"What kind of luck is this?"
"Looks like the five of us brothers have finally turned the corner after reaching rock bottom!"
"Ahahaha!"
Xiong Zhumo laughed heartily. The demon blood throughout his body rumbled like thunder, his towering vitality shot straight into the clouds, and his injuries rapidly healed. Even his broken legs were forcibly restored and fused back together.
This was a healing secret art he had mastered, burning his own true blood to accelerate the recovery of his wounds. Though it dealt great damage to his body, in a situation like this, there was no room for hesitation. He had to raise himself to peak condition!
Although Xue Li, Feng Lie, Chiyan, and Yuan Hong were not seriously injured, their wounds only superficial, they too circulated their blood and vitality, adjusting themselves back to fighting condition.
In truth, their earlier miserable appearance had not been meant to show weakness to the enemy, nor had it been for Chen Fan and Princess Mingyue to see. They had intended to return to the Myriad Demons Alliance with their injuries and lodge a complaint against Bai Hao, Son of the White Emperor.
After all, the five of them had searched for a long time without finding any trace of Princess Mingyue. Returning to the Myriad Demons Alliance empty-handed would have been embarrassing, and besides, their fathers would surely have given them another round of loving rod-and-stick education.
Later, after Bai Hao's four servants beat them up, they immediately felt that they had a reason.
Bai Hao, Son of the White Emperor, had been arrogant and domineering, allowing his subordinates to beat them and leave them badly wounded. That was why they had stopped searching for their target and returned injured to the Myriad Demons Alliance.
But now, there was no longer