"Ah!" From the void, a pained howl suddenly echoed as the chaotic energy dissipated—only to see the lizardman's stout green body hurled backward. A fierce sword wound on his chest, particularly horrifying, spewed a large amount of green blood.
The Snake-man Clan woman hurriedly flew out to catch the Lizard Tribe man's falling body, her seductive expression on her face replaced by a cautious gaze fixed forward.
"Ke Ba, are you alright?" asked the Snake-man Clan woman to the Lizardman.
Ke Ba, the Lizard Tribe man, shook his head. "Not dead yet!" Then a flash of green light appeared on his chest, and the ferocious sword wound inflicted by Shi Feng healed at a visible speed.
"I, for one, had forgotten that your kind of mutant races not only have thick skin but also have superior healing abilities. It was an oversight on my part," Shi Feng remarked, looking ahead nonchalantly.
