The battlefield left behind by a true immortal

&Nbsp; " yes!   the young man of the vast sky Race quickly sat down cross-legged and began to channel his energy to force the poison out.

Wisps of gray mist could be seen on his severed arm. They were the reincarnation poisonous substance. Like tiny worms, they burrowed into the flesh of the strong man of the Empyrean race.

Soon, the body of the man from the Empyrean race trembled more and more. His face was twisted and deformed, and he let out a low roar.

"Ah, ah, I can't take it anymore. Kill me, quickly kill me ..."

die! the strong man of the Empyrean race roared.

However, the other members of the Empyrean race could not bear to see this, so no one made a move.

This was their companion, and they had just fought side by side. How could it be so easy for them to raise their butcher's knife now?