Li Zhengyang braced himself on the Abyssfall Dragon Spear and straightened up from the rubble-filled crater.
The passage Arthur had left behind had completely sealed shut. Only scattered fragments of holy light remained above the mining area.
Zhong Shanli quickly landed beside him and raised a hand to press down on his shoulder.
"Don't move."
"That sword just cut into your chest. Let me look at the wound first..."
His hand froze in midair.
A large section of Li Zhengyang's Prison Dragon Asura Armor had cracked open over his chest, and the flesh beneath should have been mangled beyond recognition.
Yet the wound that had pierced through his chest was closing toward the center.
Broken bones made faint cracking sounds as they reconnected piece by piece.
Flesh writhed as it healed.
The lingering white holy light within the wound was gradually forced out by his Blood Qi and slowly dissipated.
Zhong Shanli held up his hand for a long while without lowering it.
"Your recovery speed..."
Halfway through his sentence, he turned to look at Yun Bing.
"I didn't see wrong just now, did I? This kid's chest was practically pierced through."
Yun Bing stood several steps away.
She swept her gaze over the steadily shrinking wound on Li Zhengyang's chest, then looked at the Blood Qi recovering within him. There was a little more scrutiny in her eyes.
"You didn't see wrong."
"He was indeed seriously injured."
"The problem is, he's recovering faster than any Emperor Rank Demonic Beast I've ever seen."
Li Zhengyang raised a hand, pulled aside his cracked breastplate, and lowered his head for a glance.
The wound left by the holy light was already nothing more than a shallow mark.
His Blood Qi had also recovered considerably from its low point.
Arthur's sword had truly