(Gayorn Star Cluster- Atlax Region)
(Unknown Location)
Duke Peterlor kept his mouth closed as his arm slowly regenerated. He was missing several limbs and his body was covered in large gaping holes.
Terrible wounds that oozed blood mixed with a foul blackish liquid that bubbled and hissed.
The duke clenched his teeth and refused to let out a squeak of pain as his flesh began to heal. Bit by bit his flesh regenerated, and his muscles pulled his newly grown tissues back in place.
It was a slow and painful process.
God stage cultivators should be able to recover instantly from wounds that did not kill them but the duke knew that his injuries were not ordinary.
A terrifying roar echoed through the forest and he could see several large purple trees in the distance falling down one by one.
Something was making its way towards him.
Something monstrous.
Something that he had never seen before.
