Somewhere in the starry sky, ripples appeared in the void, and a figure emerged.
His clothes were tattered, his face was pale, and he looked a little miserable.
He looked around and headed for the nearest star. It was a dead star, and there was no life on it.
He landed in a Valley and sat down cross-legged. He took out a few bottles of pills, poured out a large pile of pills, and stuffed them into his mouth. After the elixir entered his stomach and he regulated his breathing for a moment, his injuries recovered a little.
Tang Hao's expression turned ugly.
This time, his injuries were more serious, and just taking these healing pills would not heal him. He still needed some time to recuperate.
What made his heart ache even more was that the pure yang treasured clothing on his body was actually torn, and he could no longer use it.
"I didn't expect that guy to have a supreme weapon!" Tang Hao mumbled.
