This was too sudden, completely unlike everyone's expectations. They were petrified, left speechless, standing there like wooden statues, motionless.
Bloody and flamboyant blood surged up, Ao Ling roared lowly.
"Ah..."
He staggered back, his entire right arm disappeared, shattered by that golden palm into a mist of blood, and the right side of his body was cracking, with most of it exploding.
He suffered a calamity here, his whole body almost disintegrated, severely wounded!
When had he ever suffered such a loss? His name was Ao Ling, from the Immortal King Family, a masterful True Immortal, usually, how many people dared to take him on?
In this world, this dry, barren place where becoming an Immortal seemed impossible, nearly getting killed here was terrifying.
Even now, Ao Ling could hardly believe he actually lost.
With a light shout, his body glowed, blood mist surging, enveloping him as he rapidly recovered.
