"Lin Fan, you're alive! How is this possible!"
The first to react was none other than Tuo Yu himself.
His eyes seemed to split with fury as he shouted, his eyeballs nearly popping out!!!
His pupils shrank fiercely.
His breathing nearly stopped!
The rhythm of his heart suddenly slowed by half a beat!
Lin Fan wasn't dead!
Lin Fan was actually not dead!
How could this be!
This was a thunderstrike from the heavens!
Lightning fell, and Lin Fan was still not dead?
"What? Not dead?" Blood Sea Demon Lord suddenly raised his head, in disbelief as he looked toward Lin Fan's position.
"What's going on?"
On the other side, the Eight Saints of Purple Clouds Mountain, who were preparing to leave, also turned back with shock on their old faces, full of horror and surprise!
"Not... dead?" Astonishment filled Xuan Zhong's aged eyes.
"How can this be? Wasn't he shrouded in thunder just now?"
