A clear voice sounded leisurely.

Ding Ning's figure did not know when he appeared next to He Xiang. He took out a bottle of elixir and handed it to He Xiang, telling him to take the time to heal. The figure flashed, and the next moment he appeared beside the members of the Winged People Alliance. One of them said:

I bought a bottle of elixir.

Only heaven-level elixirs are useful for the injuries of god-level strong men. If he hadn't obtained the Guigu Qishu and was collecting monster corpses all the time, plus the medicine spirit ring contained old medicines with sufficient age, he would really be able to refine them.

No heaven-level elixir can be made to heal He Xiang's injuries.

Fortunately, Hexiang belongs to the Crane Clan with a long lifespan, and his blood and vitality are unimaginable. With the heaven-level elixir for healing, even if he cannot recover immediately, he can still save his life.

If it were any other race that didn't have enough vitality, the injury that penetrated the heart would be fatal, and even the Great Luo Jinxian couldn't save him.

"Ah ah ah, black-blooded bastards, you are treacherous and despicable."

"I hate those bastards who cross rivers and burn bridges!"

"You don't have to die well. Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go."

"I regret it so much, black-blooded bastards. I curse you all to die."
Chapter completed!