"Swish——"
Lu Yuan didn't have time to inspect the results of his last attack, appearing almost instantly behind the injured Yu Wentong.
The several dozen-meter tall Dharma Body extended its eight arms, carefully cradling Yu Wentong as if holding a precious treasure.
Yu Wentong shook his head and stood up from the "palm" of Lu Yuan's hand with one hand on the ground.
Lu Yuan's expression was far from relaxed.
He noticed several puncture wounds on Yu Wentong's body. Although the wounds had contracted and were slowly healing under the covering of a purple shimmering light, the internal injuries were still unknown.
Yu Wentong's combat suit was also stained with a large patch of blood.
"I'm almost done on my side."
Lu Yuan glanced in the direction of the previous battle group and saw the old man in a black robe he had just fought curling into a ball in an awkward posture.
