The armor was not working properly most of his talismans were gone he had miscalculated, a few of his medicine remained with him, if it were not for the fact that his teachers had forced him to carry so many items he would be long dead and the only thing he could blame is his horrible luck, if it were not for his luck he would have safely sailed through his tribulations.
He gritted his teeth the 80th bolt had hurt him greatly, his nervous system was not working properly, his body felt numbed as smell of burning skin hit his nose as his mouth had a taste of iron.
It had been sometime since the 80th bolt descended the sky above his head was churning in an ominous black cloud like a black hole swallowing all the light inside it, he knew the last one would be the most deadly, he looked down as his eyes widen, 'No way the praying mat is not damaged in the slightest', his eyes widen as an idea formed in his head.
