Hard Against Hard

Bang!

Both sides met flesh against flesh, palm against claw, and the impact rang out with a dull thud.

The force of the collision sent Zhao Han flying hundreds of meters, and half of his dragon hand was broken off.

Qingyang fared no better. Two of his fingers had been shaken until their bones cracked.

But with the recovery granted by his demonic aura, they would soon heal.

"Ugh... That really hurt. I thought my fingers were pretty hard, but I didn't expect yours to be harder!"

Zhao Han glanced at his mangled right dragon hand. All five fingers were shattered, and his wrist had been broken, leaving the flesh a bloody mess, yet he showed no hint of panic.

The [Gathering Flesh] talent remained active, and new flesh kept growing from the severed stump.

In just over ten seconds, his right dragon hand had returned to normal.

The sight left Qingyang dumbfounded. This man had such a terrifying ability to heal himself.

Was he really a human Martial Artist? Even many unusual monsters lacked such horrifying regenerative abilities.

His expression darkened. Qingyang knew that to destroy Zhao Han, he had to go all out and suppress him completely.

Otherwise, he would be difficult to kill, and a drawn-out battle would only work against him.

Fortunately, during that brief exchange, his five nephews had caught up.

"Uncle Qingyang, we're here to help!"

After arriving, the five sea dragons quickly took up positions to the east, south, west, north, and above, sealing off Zhao Han's room to maneuver.

"Oh, so you're ganging up on me? I've got help too!" Zhao Han's lips curled upward. He clapped his hands, and a strange aura appeared out of nowhere.

"A zombie! It's an Unyielding Bone!"

Qingyang was the first to identify the eerie figure.