Jiang Shi walked over and picked up the thick Wolf Fang Club from the ground again, heading towards the two middle-aged men in white robes.
But soon his brow furrowed, showing surprise and suspicion, as he focused intently on the two white-robed middle-aged men in front of him.
To be precise, he was staring at the wounds on their chests.
Originally, each had been hit by seven or eight stones, but at this moment, the wounds on their chests were slowly healing. It seemed as though a mysterious force was emanating, automatically expelling the stones, causing the injuries to close visibly towards the center.
"Are you Demon Beasts?"
Jiang Shi looked shocked.
The faces of the two middle-aged men were both deathly pale, their breath chaotic, panting heavily as if healing the injuries had consumed a great deal of their energy. Their eyes were tightly fixed on Jiang Shi.
