The dim and murky Netherworld Fragment was filled with flying dust and muddy rain, and the explosions from the battle still echoed across the heavens and earth like rolling thunder. Amidst the hazy shadows, Demonic Qi churned, obscuring whatever secrets might be hidden within.
"Heavenly Dao, you truly hold nothing back."
At the center of the Netherworld Fragment, An Jing struggled to stand straight, using his remaining strength to pull his wound taut and bind his severed arm back onto his elbow. It merely looked complete for now; goodness knows how long it would take to fully heal.
Chapter 514