C2094 Time Waits for No Man

When the dust settled, the previously arrogant Zhao Wuji was now lying on the ground with his eyes closed. Blood kept flowing out from the wound on his head, and his brain had almost turned into mush. If he was a Creator, he wouldn't be able to create another brain for himself. However, it wasn't a fatal injury to a Human Immortal Great Perfection like Zhao Wuji