When the last thunderstorm dissipated, Poison Ancestor lay on the ground, gasping for air.

He is now in an extremely miserable state, with countless broken bones in his body.

The whole body was covered in flesh and skin, and it was extremely tragic.

"It feels so good to be alive!"

Poison Ancestor said with a grin.

Lin Feng smiled and said, "As the saying goes, good people don't live long, and disasters live for thousands of years. Of course you can't die!"

Du Zu couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said, "Are you praising me? Or are you hurting me?".

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Of course I am praising you! You are as tenacious as Xiaoqiang!"

"I'll go, can you find some good words?" Du Zu said speechlessly.

For the next day, Poison Ancestor was recovering in seclusion. When he came out of seclusion, Poison Ancestor was already in high spirits.

Poison Ancestor's cultivation level has improved significantly, which makes him extremely happy.
Chapter completed!