"DAMN YOU, YOU DARE INJURE ME!"
Zuo Hong bellowed frantically, his immense spiritual power sweeping in instantly, like howling sea winds rising through the void.
"I'll rend your flesh and refine your soul!"
Each of his roars sent spiritual walls sweeping across the void like tsunamis, his massive ape face contorted with rage.
Zuo Hong couldn't believe that he, in this mundane world, at the realm of Half-step Condensation, could still be wounded by someone.
To him, it was simply inconceivable.
"We'll see if you have the skill,"
Chen Yuan replied, his face a picture of calm as he watched a bit of crimson light bloom on the shoulder of the Red Ape, enveloping the injured part.
Soon, the massive wound on Zuo Hong's shoulder healed instantly as if it had never been harmed.
The physical resilience of the Red Ape was beyond belief!
The healing power of the demon clan's flesh was even more formidable.
