In just a few short breaths, the horrifying wound on his body had miraculously healed, and his shattered arm had already been reshaped.
His figure flashed back and he slowly rose into midair, standing at a distance opposite Duan Chenxiang.
Moyang looked down at his chest, then raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. No extra expression could be read on his face, but an endless chill emanated from him invisibly.
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