Chapter 385: Putting on the [Black Demon] _4

A disheveled figure crawled out from the shattered furniture, his chest still smeared with a large patch of blood, showing that his injuries were not light.

He had taken a kick to the shoulder, where a bloody, mangled wound was still visible.

However, as he stood up, the wound visibly stuttered and healed, then formed into unblemished new flesh.

In another blink, he looked completely uninjured.

Seeing this terrifying ability to recover, Wayne White's expression turned grim as he realized that if they had indeed fought, they wouldn't have been able to kill this guy.

You must know, these weren't merely external injuries; healing from the invasion of the Seventh Rank Thunder Law meant that the opponent's mastery in the Demon God Secret Skill had already become very profound.

However, the next second, as he looked at Leonard Churchill's arm wrapped in bandages, his eyebrows furrowed, "Did this guy use this thing..."