"Don't worry, I'm fine."
Yang Yuan raised his palm, looking at his left hand already full of cracks, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
"It's come to this, and you say you're fine?" Jiang Yiyi looked at Yang Yuan's cracked left hand, her face full of concern.
Because she knew that with the regeneration speed of Celestial-level Creatures, not to mention cracks, even if an arm were broken, it could be easily regenerated.
Yang Yuan's regeneration speed is even stronger than ordinary Celestial-level Creatures, yet now these cracks cannot recover immediately.
"Don't worry, I said I'm fine, so I'm really fine. During the moment of confrontation with that Demon God, it seems a certain power intruded into my body, probably some rule, but this rule is suppressed by my power, it's just that its level is too high to be wiped out for now."
