"Whew!"
With the sound in the sky, Wang Zijia gave a long sigh of relief, flipped out a Replenishing Qi Pill and an Injury Healing Pill, and swallowed them all.
"Plop!"
His legs went soft and he sat down on the ground, breathing rapidly. The several bloody holes pierced by thorns on his body quickly stopped bleeding and constantly healed the wounds.
'Damn, these Dao Seeds are really perverted, almost reaching the power of Middle Stage of the Sacrificial Wine!'
Before Wang Zijia could catch his breath, just as he sat down on the ground and complained about replenishing his qi, the space around him quickly fluctuated for a moment. Wang Zijia's whole body tensed up again.
Without giving him time to do anything, not far away, two figures quickly emerged.
One holding a sword, and one a stick, they were still clashing fiercely during the transition process.
