Fighting a Thousand People Alone, Arriving in the Capital (8, 000)

On the vast mountain, a blood mist formed by blood qi actually rose.

After an unknown period of time, a young man wearing a Daoist robe walked out from the other end of the mountain.

The ordinary clothes on the outside had already turned into scraps, and this Sun and Moon Daoist robe was also soaked in blood.

Xu Bai lowered his head and looked at it." It's hard to be hurt by swords and sabers. It's impervious to fire and water. It can also repair itself, but it doesn't have the ability to clean itself.""

He shook his head and raised his foot. His True Core Strength flowed wildly.

The next moment, he turned into a blur and rushed towards the capital.

Behind him was a mountain of corpses. Other than some lucky ones that turned into ashes, the rest had all become ruins.

Some of the corpses had been split in half, some had their limbs broken, and some had been cut open from the middle.

It was a tragic sight, like a hell made of flesh and blood.