"Is it still impossible to kill him?"
Ye Qinglu, her face as pale as snow, looked at the blond, one-horned man whose body was half missing.
Although the blond, one-horned man looked terrible at the moment, the cut on his body was wriggling, and in almost the blink of an eye, his internal skeleton had recovered to its original state. His recovery power was even more formidable than that of a Catastrophe Level Monster.
This scene caused the five people in the Sky Dome Shelter to gasp.
"Is he a monster?"
The four middle-aged Great Grandmasters watched the Insect Race corps commander recover so quickly that the glimmer of hope that had barely risen in their hearts was instantly extinguished.
An ordinary Great Grandmaster suffering such severe injuries, even with the best healing potions, would take several days to recover. But this Insect Race corps commander could regenerate white bones in an instant with his own recovery power, a recovery power clearly beyond that of humans.
