Xiao Zheng, after all, is the Evil God. At this moment, he burst out with strength beyond that of a quasi-Martial Saint. Though it took a great effort, he finally managed to stop the car at the last moment.
However, due to the outbreak of his inherited wounds, Xiao Zheng looked extremely miserable at this moment. The golden armor covering his body shattered, and several wounds appeared on his body. Fresh blood gushed out, dyeing his body red.
Of course, all this was minor. The more significant impact was the waves of inherited power surging within him, almost driving him insane like a tide.
This kind of injury was utterly unbearable.
Xiao Zheng only felt waves of dizziness, almost passing out.
However, at this moment, he bit his tongue hard again, waking himself up.
"I must not faint."
"I still need to rescue Leng Ruobing!"
