บท 1537: Ruins of the Golden Crow Divine Court, Despair

He resurrected again!

Looking at Han Muye, whose body was shining with golden light, the True Spirit Realm powerhouses of the human race were dumbfounded.

In particular, the four True Spirits who had fought against Han Muye outside the first light gate, at this moment, were profoundly shocked.

They had fought fiercely with Han Muye for a long time and, with the combined strength of the four, had supposedly killed him.

But now, a completely unharmed Han Muye stood in front of them.

They were True Spirit Realm powerhouses with a profound understanding of the forces in the world.

They knew the kind of destructive power a combined attack of four could unleash.

How could anyone survive their combined attack?

"This, how is it possible…" muttered the black-robed elder holding a long knife.