Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

!A yellowish-brown toad followed closely behind, its hind legs churning the ground with each powerful hop. Its launching speed was only slightly slower than that of the golden-footed centipede.Only th...ang Yiwu drew back his hand and grabbed at his own body. A phantom of a robe was pulled out, which he threw towards the beheading strike.The treasure "Armor of Self-Sacrifice" can withstand one attack...