"Well done! The Human Race can produce such a monstrous cultivator like you! Barely breathing, ugh!"
The Beast King hadn't finished speaking when a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his mouth.
His current condition was extremely dire.
His internal organs and meridians were simply in shambles.
The most crucial part was that his exotic force was consumed to the extreme!
Before he could recover, it was impossible without several years of time.
He believed Xia Liu's condition was comparable to his own.
For the next few years, he absolutely couldn't engage in combat.
"How about it, do you still want to continue fighting?"
Xia Liu asked coldly.
"Heh heh, despicable Human Race, even at this point, you still dare to put on a show."
The Beast King couldn't help but laugh.
He had some respect for Xia Liu.
"I hope you recover your strength within a year, or else the Western Region will be the beginning of the Human Race's destruction!"
