Outside the first-place mountain, many people felt as if they had survived a calamity. They let out a long breath, and at least their legs were not gnawed off.
Of course, Kun Long, godly King Chi Feng, and divine level Evolver Yun Tuo were all exceptions. Their moods were extremely terrible, and at the same time, they felt waves of lingering fear. The only thing they were glad about was that their lives were saved.
However, what made Chi Feng’s vision go black was that he tried to regenerate flesh and blood to rebuild his broken leg. However, it was useless. If it was broken, it was broken, and it could not grow back.
The Kun Dragon was one thing, but even saints could not fly away from the ground in the world of the living. Naturally, they did not have the ability to regrow their broken limbs, unless they used rare medicines.