The Final Trump Card, the Auric Flower
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
One punch had pierced a hole through Yan Han's chest, black devil blood instantly sputtering out from it!
Lu Xuan seized the opportunity and threw another punch that grabbed onto Yan Han's chest like a dragon claw, creating a big hole and tearing out Yan Han's flesh and even bones.
The flesh and blood on the dragon's claw still constantly wriggled with a strong vitality.
Lu Xuan frowned and immediately created a flame on the dragon's claw, turning the mass of flesh and blood into a ball of ash.
Roar!
With a massive hole in his chest, Yan Han let out an even more ferocious roar. This punch had made him suffer immensely, as the devil qi on his body had been weakened a little.
Immediately afterward, everyone saw that the injury on Yan Han's chest had unexpectedly recovered at an astonishing speed. The endless devil qi filled the hole and turned into flesh and blood.