"Is she now a Mystical Profound Cultivator, a rank higher than Mystical Divine?" Sage Hun Yuan murmured incredulously. He was awestruck as he stared at the dazzling light on Feng Jiu's body.
She appeared dishevelled. Her azure robe was stained with blood, and from a distance, it looked like blooming plum blossoms. That powerless hand hung low, but after the third bolt of lightning, her entire body seemed to be renewed.
Even the arm that was severed by the Demon Lord appeared to have a light passing slowly through it and repairing it at this time.
Feng Jiu moved her broken hand and slightly lowered her head as she watched the light mend it. She seemed to hear a faint crackling sound as her bone marrow was repaired.
"I don't believe my Blue Edge Sword can't hurt you at all!"
