Sikong Xuan flew backward, crashing into a bronze pillar, but quickly scrambled back to his feet. Granulation tissue writhed across his wounds, healing them in the blink of an eye.
"It's useless... Here, I am immortal!"
He spread his arms wide, and black liquid suddenly oozed from the floor of the ancient hall, transforming into countless tentacles that whipped toward Chu Lan.
Chapter 95