No one in the passageway spoke. More than thirty minutes had passed by the time Shen Lang got his injuries under control.
With a soft exhale, Shen Lang finally opened his eyes, his gaze falling upon Mu Feng.
At this moment, the evil Demon Power surrounding Mu Feng seemed to have vanished, leaving him standing as still as a wooden statue.
Even Nangong Wan and the others standing nearby no longer felt anything unusual.
But his two blood-red eyeballs were still twitching faintly!
Any expert below the Emperor Martial Realm whose body was this mangled, let alone pinned through the Baihui Acupoint by a Death God Nail, would be all but dead.
But this demonized Mu Feng was displaying an unimaginably powerful Life Energy!
It was as if his body below the chest didn't belong to him. His abdomen was clearly ripped open, yet he seemed completely oblivious.
