After the white-robed sovereign had left, the Golden figure returned.
He entered the hole and arrived at the bottom.
At the bottom of the pit, Tang Hao was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, meditating.
His face was extremely pale.
Just now, he was so close to not being able to withstand the divine lightning and turning into ashes.
He had used up all the healing pills on him, and he had also thrown away most of his tribulation weapons. In front of the next few divine lightning bolts, these tribulation weapons were of no use, so Tang Hao did not continue to throw them.
He was completely relying on the medicinal pill and his own physical body to resist.
Sensing the return of his original self, he opened his eyes and looked over. He couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
