Dong Wutian was injured. The Golden armor on his chest had cracked, and an extremely precious defensive artifact was half-destroyed.
There was also a crack on the purple-gold hammer in his hand. The inside had been severely damaged and was close to being half-useless.
Dong Wutian, who had thought that he could crush everything, was now in a sorry state.
"Great Demon King! You deserve to die!" Dong Wutian roared in anger. He was extremely furious.
He was a Foundation establishment state cultivator, yet he was beaten up by a Qi refining cultivator. Dong Wutian felt his face burning.
"Good! Good! Good!"
Dong Wutian said 'good' three times in a row. His eyes were extremely cold as he looked at the Great Demon King.
At that moment, Li Tian was standing on a huge rock. His face was flushed, and he was panting.
His right arm was numb and in great pain. It was soft and powerless.
