The blood light descended and transformed into Yang Zhichao original body.
At this moment, his clothes were tattered, his face was pale, and his aura was unstable.
There was no doubt that he was heavily injured, and it was even possible that his origin was injured.
However, he did not care about his current situation. He looked at the girl with a fiery gaze.
The girl seemed to have sensed the danger behind her.
She turned her head and saw Yang Zhichao, and her expression suddenly became frightened.
Without saying a word, they ran away.
However, her body was suddenly unable to move.
The blood in her body betrayed her will at this moment.
Instead, she turned around and walked toward Yang Zhichao.
Yang Zhichao smiled.
He opened the jade bottle he carried with him.
Facing the potion in the bottle that emitted a strong fishy smell and stench.
He took a deep breath and showed an expression of enjoyment.
