No one expected Zhang Rongfang to be able to face off against a Spirit General directly.
But that doesn't mean he can truly defeat the opponent. A Spirit General is different from all other worshipped gods.
Once the opponent flies into a rage....
Dongfang Mu found a corner, leaned against the ground, and struggled to stop the bleeding and treat his wounds.
Seeing this scene, an inexplicable feeling rose in his heart.
"Human Immortal Temple...." Thinking of the various mythical rumors about the Human Immortal Temple, he looked at his own frail and aging body.
A different kind of longing slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.
At this time, beneath the city wall.
"Look, you can't even block a single move of mine or dodge it."
Zhang Rongfang retracted his hand, licked the little blood on his fingertip, and squinted his eyes.
That blood wasn't from a scratch but was forcibly drawn from under the skin using a blood-sucking technique.
