Jiang Ning's figure had long vanished into the rolling smoke.
At the center of the mountain, Jiang Ning's clothes were in tatters, revealing his well-defined physique underneath.
Golden blood slowly seeped from his fists, revealing the bones.
Yet, these injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye under the authority of flesh and blood.
Pain!
He could feel the pain transmitted from the pressure on his body.
But at this moment, his gaze was sharper, staring hard at the two silver lights descending from the sky, piercing the smoke above.
In his current vision, even though the speed of those two Silver Armored Heavenly Soldiers was fast, in his eyes and the speed of his mental operation, it seemed as slow as a tortoise.
Because his realm was the true immortal realm.
Even more so, it was a superior Immortal Foundation, known as the Nine Profound Yin Yang Immortal realm.
