Gu Shaoxuan, who had lost an arm, leaned against a broken tombstone and looked at the battlefield in the distance with an ashen face.
At this moment, there was no aura of a living person on his body. He was clearly alive, but it was as if he was already dead. It was very strange.
This was some kind of breath concealment technique, and it was precisely because of this that he was able to avoid the Divine Mountain Tree's detection.
After all, this place was less than ten miles away from the Eight Treasures Stronghold.
"Damn it! Damn it! These demons are really useless!"
He roared in exasperation. He even left a few deep fingerprints on the stone tombstone beside him.
There was no upper limit to power in the Great Xia's plane, and there were many high-level demons outside the borders. There were also abnormally powerful martial artists among the humans.
Gu Shaoxuan knew all of this.
