The black trench coat was already tattered and torn, revealing an ancient bronze torso looming faintly.
The thick arms shielding in front bristled with bulging veins, the surface of the ancient bronze flesh visible to the naked eye, the skin slightly damaged, with tiny red droplets gradually seeping out.
One second later, the wound had already begun to scab over.
Seeing this scene, the worried expressions of the crowd froze.
Outside, Shen Lei, who had been maintaining his stance of slashing a sword, also had his expression stiffen, and his cold smile gradually diminished.
"Very strong attack."
"Just a little more, and I would have been seriously injured."
With a deep voice, he saw once again that the small wound on his hand had completely scabbed over and healed.
Shen Lei's eyelids twitched, and then he saw the aggressive eyes, wrapped in red flames, scanning at him wantonly from behind the shielded arms.
