Old Dragon, Tell Me, How Much Do I Still Resemble My Former Self?

"Lu's guess was pretty accurate. I really was missing arms and legs."

"Good thing it was only arms and legs. Nothing else was injured." Wo landed smoothly.

The rocket had long since been reduced to fragments. Even if he wanted to piece it back together, there was no way to do so.

As for him, he was a little better off. More than half his body had been sliced apart, but those injuries had already healed. A third of both arms had been destroyed and was currently regenerating.

The worse part was his legs. They had been pulverized straight from the roots, but they were regenerating too. They would probably be restored in two or three seconds.

The God Tree Bloodline was naturally adept at recovery, and it had also been mixed with Lu Xingshi's Evolution Rule. This was already considered slow for him. It was probably because of the Void Vortex; otherwise, with Wo's strength, he could have recovered in an instant.

"Such a good thing. If Lu could imitate it and turn it into a move or forge something similar into a treasure, we'd surely be invincible under heaven." Wo spoke regretfully.

The main reason was that, in Lu Xingshi's eyes, the Void Vortex's value did not lie in its use as a weapon, but in its ability to cut apart and connect worlds.

Once they successfully developed it, they could improve the Gate of Two Worlds and greatly raise their invasion efficiency.

They did not lack weapons or combat power.

"So, where is this?" After recovering, Wo examined his surroundings.

The Void Vortex was certainly no longer above the Bronze Tree Tribe. Earlier, they had relied on the resonance between consciousness and body to directly reach their destination, so they had no idea where the Void Vortex