In the space of just a few breaths, the horrifying wound on his body had miraculously healed, and his shattered arm had completely regenerated.
With a flash of movement, he retreated, then slowly rose into midair, standing at a distance to face Duan Chenxiang.
Mo Yang lowered his gaze to look at his chest, then raised a hand to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth. No excess expression could be read on his face, only an invisible, boundless chill.
Chapter 358