"Boom——"
Zhu Yan crashed to the ground, his entire body drenched in fresh blood.
He forcibly tore apart the Vermilion Bird Iron Wings to vent his fury, but in the next moment, Zhu Yan's expression suddenly froze.
He saw that the dismembered Vermilion Bird lost its balance, spilling demon blood as it staggered and fell directly into the Cloud Sea. However, in just a short three to five breaths, it rose back up again, with blazing flames igniting at the point where the iron wings broke... Although the Demon Race indeed possessed the innate divine ability of "flesh regeneration," even the most skilled in such spells among the spirits of grass and trees required time to complete "self-healing."
Zhu Yan had never seen flesh grow at such a speed——
Initially, the severed wing area of the Vermilion Bird was covered by rolling flames.
Then, where the flames covered, white bones emerged, followed by flesh!
Zhu Yan had a sudden thought.
