After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Wang Ye was already covered in injuries, while the Third-Grade Cultivator before him was bleeding profusely, unwillingly glancing at Wang Ye before heavily falling to the ground.
"Cough, cough."
Wang Ye wanted to speak, but a sweet taste filled his throat. He swallowed the blood, revealing a smile on his otherwise fierce face due to the battle.
"Defeating a Third-Grade Cultivator with my Mid-Fourth Rank state, who dares say I lack combat experience from now on?"
Wang Ye's smile was somewhat proud.
In this sect war, it seemed Wang Ye participated, but in reality, it was only Wang Yifeng manipulating Wang Ye's body.
In fact, Wang Ye hadn't contributed at all to this battle.
Now, Wang Ye finally used his own strength to defeat an enemy, greatly improving his combat experience, which made him feel very satisfied.
A pill entered his mouth.
Wang Ye's injuries healed rapidly.
