Zheng climbed out of the heavenly pit with a radius of several hundred kilometers. His claws were clasped at the edge of the pit, and he was in a very complicated mood.
He had never been hit by even Dao ancestor Wang in his entire life!
He had never expected that he would actually be ambushed by the monk’s disciple and even succeed..
Wang Ling strolled over and looked down at Zheng from above.
This was Dao ancestor Wang’s dharma idol living spirit, and it was indeed different from the enemies he had dealt with before.
He had clearly slapped him on the back, and it seemed that he hadn’t suffered any internal injuries, just that he looked a little dusty.
If it had been anyone else, they would probably have vomited blood already.
Wang Ling thought to himself.
He knew that a big battle was inevitable.
In order to save the one-time talismans he had on him, he had taken off the remaining sixty or so talismans and put them away for the time being.