More than five thousand martial artists comparable to the Saint Realm, this lineup made the martial artists of Beiming Holy Land shiver slightly. Looking across the entire Stigma Continent, apart from Zhang Menglong, perhaps there is no second person who could pull off such a lineup.
At this moment, following a sharp "ding" sound, Wang Min's golden body came to an end. The golden sheen on his body slowly faded, returning to his original flesh and blood.
"Damn, my bones are about to become stiff!" Wang Min moved his somewhat rigid bones and body. After maintaining the same posture for several days, there was no feeling when in the gold body state, but now it suddenly became particularly clear, just like a person paralyzed in bed suddenly being able to walk again.
"Wang Min!" Upon seeing Wang Min restored, Ming Xinyue couldn't contain her emotions, she broke free from those around her and ran to Wang Min, hugging him tightly.
