"That Spiritual Artifact's self-destruction was extremely powerful. You were caught in that ferocious wave of energy and are badly injured. Here, take this Spirit Recovery Pill first." A voice as beautiful as celestial music sounded by Shen Lang's ear.
Shen Lang glanced at Zi Lan, gave a slight nod, and took the pill, swallowing it.
"Thank you."
As he spoke, Shen Lang flicked his fingers, sending four fireballs toward the corpses of the four Holy Light Sect members. Raging flames immediately engulfed them.
Seeing him dispose of the bodies outside Celestial Phoenix City without so much as batting an eye, Yao Chengjie was terrified. He began to wail and plead for his life again.
Faced with the threat of death, Yao Chengjie's usual arrogance and pride had long been thrown to the winds.
