บท 607: The Most Pitiful Demon Saint in History

"How is it, the top of the Holy Pillar not as vast as you imagined?" Shen Wuyue stepped out from behind them. His head was still bleeding profusely as he lost a lot of blood… And there wasn't the slightest sign of it stopping.

Zhenyuan raised his eyebrows. "Lord Shen, are you sure you don't need to stop the bleeding…"

"Like I said earlier, it'll continue to bleed before the antlers grow back. It's no use trying to stop it or applying medicine to it." Shen Wuyue smiled. "Don't worry about me, Senior Immortal Zhenyuan. My self-healing ability is also very strong. I make blood while I lose it, and it's actually like blood washing; I think it's pretty healthy."

Zhenyuan: "…"

Loopy Toad: "…"

What damn "healthy"…

Disappointed, Loopy Toad looked around and deliberately assumed the expression of an elder. "I didn't expect the magnificent Demon Saint to be so lacking in grandeur."