Bang! Bang! Bang!
Su Zimo could no longer defend against the incoming four God race beings and could only try his best to avoid taking damage to his vitals. However, he received three heavy punches to his chest, abdomen and back!
He staggered three steps in retreat with a pale expression and his bones felt like they were on the verge of scattering. His blood qi surged and his organs were immensely shaken.
Every single breath he took had a strong blood stench!
If it was any other cultivator, their bodies would have been split apart by a single punch from a God race being, let alone three.
On the other side, Night Spirit's initially cold expression turned slightly anxious as he looked at everything unfold.
Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that in the depths of his eyes, there was a hint of conflict, hesitation and cautiousness still.
Night Spirit was still not in his true form.
