Lei Jue was injured, but Feng Wuchen's injuries were even more serious.
The destructive energy ripples gradually dissipated, and the peak slowly regained clarity.
Feng Wuchen's figure entered the eyes of countless cultivators.
Feng Wuchen's complexion was pale, with blood at the corners of his mouth; his injuries were not light, and he looked disheveled.
Even though he possessed the Kylin War Armor with its incredibly strong defensive power, Feng Wuchen's cultivation level was always inferior to Lei Jue's, and the Kylin War Armor could not help him completely block that terrible power.
"Brother Feng's injuries are not light." With her beautiful eyes fixed on Feng Wuchen and her eyebrows slightly furrowed, Ling Xiaoxiao was somewhat worried.
"Grand Commander!" Huanyang and the others were extremely anxious.
Seeing Feng Wuchen's pale face and serious injuries, Duan Tian Hun and the others' expressions became even more somber, and worry began to grow in their hearts.
