Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...........
Far away at the Devil God Altar, Little Perfected Sirius, Wang Molin suddenly stood up. He shook the Seven Kills Gourd Treasure Tool in his hand, and in an instant, countless piercing winds broke through the air. Wolf smoke rolled and dispersed, like a horse galloping across the grassland, charging towards Fang Qingxue.
At this moment, Little Perfected Sirius, Wang Molin had no injuries at all, completely unlike the heavily injured appearance from two days ago when he was blasted into the riverbed with his skin broken and flesh on fire.
It was evident that he had healed his injuries.
"Not to mention a mere Devil God Altar, one day, I will personally go to the Devil God Sect and fight the Devil God to see who's superior. Let's see how great the divine skills of the Devil God are,"
