Jiang Chen rose to his full height from the ruins.
The bronze armor that accompanied his thousand-year slumber was now damaged in several places, with cracked pieces clanking noisily on his body.
At this moment, the ancient corpse's body was torn in many places, with the right shoulder showing a terrifying indentation, several sharp white bones breaking through the flesh and directly exposed to the air.
However, before others could feel shocked, a dense sound of bones reconnecting came from within his body.
Countless dark red fleshy buds, like countless thread-like worms, frantically interwove and writhed at the wound.
In just the span of two breaths, the severely collapsed scapula swelled and restored as if inflated.
Xu Hao, hiding in the distance, couldn't help but gulp as he watched this scene, secretly gritting his teeth:
"This old monster's recovery power is simply unreasonable; I don't know if the boss can withstand it..."
"Mere mortals..."
